KATHERINE
Holy f*****g s**t, I thought, still panting after Murtagh’s little revenge on my attempt at teasing him. For a moment I thought I was handling the situation right, and that he was like putty in my hands – and for a small, little moment, he was. But then all that Alpha hormones and testosterone came out and he was back in control in a matter of seconds.
If I closed my eyes, I could still feel his hands all over me, touching me so close to where I actually wanted to be touched, but never getting there. I could feel his lips forcefully opening mine, his tongue slipping in my mouth, engaging a sweet fight for control with mine … a fight that he, eventually, had won.
I quickly made my way to the bathroom and gave myself a small clean up, just to get ride of the smell of arousa
