THIRTY SIX

❧ Darian ☙

After what happened last night, I want her even more and her being naked, tied to the bed in her room, doesn't help at all on the contrary it only causes me to get harder. I felt it was a fitting punishment for her running away, for having almost completely escaped from me.

I can't even think about it, or I feel like grabbing her, marking her, claiming her back. The urge came over me last night. I did nothing I regret, except stopping before burying myself in her warmth. Even now, something primal in my body demands I take her in ways I've never taken a woman.

The way she writhed on the ground, with the rocks and dirt grinding into her skin, she had enjoyed my cruelty. And I had savored the reward afterwards. It's not until Connor walks into my office and plops down on the couch in front of my desk with a meaningful look on his face that I completely push away the thought of his soft skin under my hands.

Today he's wearing black pants and a black t-shirt looks like we're in