XAVIER
That’s it, that’s my girl. Bite down on your tongue until you can’t anymore, until a pleasurable scream tears through your throat.
My fingers curl around her neck as I dig deeper, inching my body closer to her.
Melanie whines, right hand reaching for her back.
I pull away from her immediately.
Yes, I do want her to make sounds, but of pleasure, not pain.
My gaze drops to her back, carefully cleaned and covered with a bandaid, and the lump in my throat thickens.
I had tried to ignore it before, pretending it wasn’t there.
To allow my desire overcome the watery, insatiable thirst for vengeance in my mouth was the only way to stop myself from booking a ticket for his city and tearing him from limb.
She should never have married him. We should never have let her walk ou
