*** Drake's POV ***
I was officially f****d.
She has me in a f*****g chokehold.
I never really cared about ladies, girls, women. But now all I think about is a long dark-haired, succulent lip, porcelain, tan skin, and thick body in the middle of the night. Inside the dark, almost cold cell. She had me wrapped around her fingers but the moment she got slapped in front of me, I felt like my wolf would take over and rip the person into pieces. I have to control myself.
My soon-to-be mother-in-law. I can't disrespect her because, in the end, she is still the mother of my mate. I controlled myself. Iris lives in my head rent free and now it feels as if she is the one controlling me. Like I don't get myself anymore.
Her sexy, porcelain doll skin, I couldn't get enough of it. I couldn't
