5. You want my lips on yours

I wanted to beat the shit out of him, but whatever he did to me, forcing me to submit, made me cautious.

He stayed with me yesterday, not leaving my side, explaining everything about this cult, no pack.

No idea what kind of voodoo he had going on, but I was careful with every move I made, dreading he was right because I could already feel it.

The drugs I had taken over the years were fading, leaving my system completely. All these needs surfaced, making my head trickle.

“I have meetings all morning. If you promise to be a good girl, you can wander around the pack.”

Disgust rushed through me, but beneath it, the longing for his touch grew. I clenched my fist, trying to keep a hold on myself, fearing I might do something I thought I had overcome.

“I will be good,” I said weakly, hating the sound of my voice.

He moved closer, his fingers hooked under my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze up close. “I’m not the bad guy here, just give me a chance.”

My brows furrowed together,