~Valen~
2 months later
Her hands are clawing at my clothes as we stumble into my room, fingers fiddling with my buttons, lips licking and sucking my neck like a leech. Why does every woman's touch repulse me? I watch as she peels her dress off over her head before I give her a shove, making the backs of her knees hit the bed. She tumbles backward, and I have to fight the urge to laugh as her arms flail about. Yeah, that was sexy—not!
Stripping my pants off, I climb on the bed and tear her panties off. She squeals at the sting of the lace, but I couldn’t care less. I need to burn my anger off; Alpha John once again put me in a bad mood tonight. But even as I shove her legs apart and climb between them, I'm already regretting bringing this bimbo home. I want as little of her touching me a
