Willingly

Shane’s ability to tear me down while still making me feel seen was too much. My chin trembled as he gave me the confirmation I craved. His hands slid up my thighs, and I spread them, giving him easy access. His fingers dipped beneath my skirt and he growled as they found a thin triangle covering my pussy. His claws shredded through the fabric and lightly grazed my skin. I didn’t need to look at him to know he was angry, but the part of me that was angry needed it as much as his affection. Peering back at him, I lifted my chin and stared into the eye of the storm. Lust and possessiveness glared back at me.

“You wore this on a date with your friend,” he spat the last word. My vision blurred.

“You killed him. There’s no need to worry about him anymore.” My voice cracked as the words filled the space between us.

Unaffected by my tears, Shane leaned down. His other hand wrapped around my throat as if he had done it a million times. I could feel his warm breath on my face, a strong wall of