(Maximo's POV)
My phone buzzed on the passenger seat, disrupting my thoughts and the thick cloud of s****l frustration that enveloped me as I cleaned the mess I’d made, even as I tried to ignore the fact that I was still hard as a rock.
My imagination was still very much active.
And my dominant tendencies were threatening to break through this time, for already, images of me going farther with Penelope, images of me being rough with her were trying to sneak in, and I was trying my possible best to fight it off.
Because as hard as it was, I didn’t want to carry out my depraved fantasies on my Dulce.
She was too good for that.
She was pure, my redemption who kept me from becoming too enveloped in the darkness, and I couldn’t have her running away from me when she saw the monster I was
