The Wolf King
He kicked the door shut
behind them hard enough to make it slam and dumped her flat on her back in the
center of her bed in a fast movement that left her dizzy for a few seconds.
Justice glared at her. “If you want someone, you’ll have me,” he snarled. His fingers
clawed between the buttons of his expensive dress shirt, tore the thing open and ripped
it away from his chest. He hands lowered to his pants. “I’m the only male who touches
you.”
Jessie was shocked but not fearful. She was breathing hard though, a little angry
still but as she assessed her emotions, mostly surprised. Her gaze flicked over Justice as he tore out the thong that held his hair, letting it spill over the tops of his sh