Junior
Sonofabitch.
Desiree’s beautiful back shakes with sobs and I nearly lose my s**t. I roll her over, doing my best to keep my hands gentle when urgency makes me want to yank and tear.
“Desiree. Baby. Fuck.” I gather her into my arms as she tries to hide her face in her hands.
Merda.
“I didn’t mean to break you, doll. I really didn’t.”
It’s exactly what I was trying not to do. It’s why I went in hot and f****d her instead of turning on the ice and scaring the s**t out of her with threats or force.
What am I saying? I didn’t even mean to f**k her. I didn’t know what to do—all I knew was that the usual s**t I spew to people when I’m threatening the lives of the people they love wouldn’t come out. So I smacked her a*s.
And then she spread her palms out on the door and thrust her h
