ZURICH
If resisting Katlyn was a sport, I will get a fûcking world champion medal for it. Despite appearing out of sorts with that disturbed look in her dark eyes and wounded, she was so fûcking beautiful in her vulnerability that I wanted to devour her whole.
She had always been unruffled and filled with the bratty attitude that had more than often made my palm itch to teach her a lesson, but right fûcking now she appeared so fragile and pretty. The way she stood there begging me to take her, all I wanted to do was say fûck to the logic and sanity, and claim her like I wanted to. Make her mine like she was meant to be since that day when I saw her in Gabriel’s home.
But I wasn’t too far gone, and I was starting to realize that there were disadvantages of being sane. And common sense
