A few minutes later, he steps out of the closet in a simple pair of shorts and a white shirt. His hair is tousled all over his face. Aside from the tattoo on his face, someone won't know he almost killed a man a few hours ago and has been killing people all his life. “Come with me” he says again b
GREECE’s POV. Imagine the surprise on my face when he slammed into me with reckless abandon. He is looking directly into my eyes as he thrusts into me with so much vigor that tears well up in my eyes. I didn’t expect him to be so vigorous and so big but part of me loves it, the part that is daring
DOMINIC’s POV. Her entire countenance changes the moment Marietta’s name pops up on my phone but that’s the least of my worries right now. Why the heck is Marietta calling me? Why the heck does she keep waking the sleeping wolf. I do not want to give any importance to her but she just doesn’t get
At that moment, I see him walk out of the kitchen with a plate in hand, an apron around his body. My stomach drops, what the hell! This man looks fucking delicious and I can bet my life that he knows it. I swallow hard trying to peel my gaze away from it but it is almost impossible. How can someon
I want to ask him where but the words die on my tongue when he zooms off. It’s not like he is going to tell me if I ask him. I have to search in his mind myself, I need to know everything about this man and why he is the way he is. This mind link will benefit me more than anything but he doesn’t kno
GREECE’s POV. We remain like that for what seems like ages until he finally opens his eyes and turns to look at me. His gaze holds something which I can not quite pinpoint, something between the lines of concern and affection. Today, we both managed to cross that blurry line and part of me loves i