Sometimes pain and pleasure go hand in hand.
Those words kept repeating in my head, not only in Ahimoth’s voice, but also in Bolton’s voice. Making me feel nauseated, sick to my stomach. He said he had never met Bolton before, but how could he say the same words? Is he deep down the same, wanting to hurt me for his own pleasure?
Wanting me to be submissive instead of being his queen, his equal. I wanted to slap him, hurt him for what he said to me. But he only looked at me, with his eyes still pitch black.
“Little wolf, what’s wrong?” Ahimoth asked while reaching his hand towards mine. Wanting to pull me closer.
I slapped his hand away, getting a growl in return. “Give Izaiah back control, NOW!”
He sighed and shook his head; he didn’t want to give up control. He tried reaching for my
