Chapter Eight

Mirabella's pov

I could hardly breathe as I was led back to what had become my room.

I kept on muttering curses under my breath, not out of anger, but because he had awakened something in me that I had never known existed. My body throbbed with need, and I knew that no matter how much I tried to deny it, I wanted him again. I should not be having this thought. It was absurd, shameful even, but the truth gnawed at me—I craved him.

That distraction earlier... if it had not happened, I would have gladly let him take me. Hell, if he walked in now, I would not hesitate. I was willing and desperate to have his cock inside me.

“The asshole is so freaking hot,” I murmured, biting my lip as flashes of him ran through my mind.

His hotness was undeniable. He was the kind of man that turned heads wherever he went and could give a Greek god a run for their money.

Although he wore a shirt the entire time we were in the room, his muscular build was evident in his wide shoulders, making him irres