I have never in my life had a thought as violent as this. Not even when Noah betrayed me and Vanessa taunted me. I felt the anger, yes.
But I was more hurt than I was angry. Still am.
However, when I saw the woman in the kitchen on her knees in front of him…
I wasn’t lying when I said I wanted to grab a knife and stab her in the throat with it—the throat she was using to gulp his d**k down.
It’s a good thing I don’t listen to my impulsive thoughts, then.
Roman’s mouth curls into a dark smile.
“That’s right,” he murmurs, tilting his head. “Don’t hide from your dark side, Kara. It’s fun.”
I don’t even get to ask him what he means by ‘fun’ before he tugs me closer to him by my neck.
“Come here,” he rasps, merging my lips with his.
Roman kisses me deeply, one hand trailing up my body,
