Despite her grumbling, I had Lila up, out of the car, and over my shoulder. After the protests began, I ignored her. Though they seemed to stop when she noticed my ass.
A growl rumbled through my chest in warning. The drive did not cool me down. In fact, I was unhinged, volatile. I felt a vibration down to my core.
Off the elevator, into my condo, and pinned to the f*****g wall as my lips crashed to hers.
Fuck her.
For making me feel things I shouldn’t.
For the emotions that heaved inside of me.
For the possession my body demanded.
“Who is he, this Andrew?” I asked, panting as I dug my fingers into her hips.
“Andrew is my ex-boyfriend.”
From my calves to my neck, every muscle tensed.
The fucker hadn’t just longed for her, he’d had her. She’d been his. It’d been his c**k inside he
