[Rosco’s POV]Make love to her.Make love to her.Make fucking love to her.Denali was asking me to make love to her. Smirking, I stare down into her darkening eyes while her heat presses against me, tempting me to take her with each passing minute.Make love. I didn’t want to fucking make love. I w
[Denali’s POV]The feel of a tongue rubbing against my clit while a finger works me rouses me from my blissful slumber. It seemed that everything Rosco and I did the night before just wasn’t quite enough. Would this become a regular occurrence? Honestly, I wasn’t too opposed to it, especially when h
“And there was a time our fathers were considering marrying us off to each other,” he continues, causing my heart to squeeze painfully. “But I refused. In the end, Nadia didn’t like that, so she tried to force me into marrying her by plotting against me.”“Plot?” I repeat, raising a brow. “How?”“Sh
[Denali’s POV]“Denali, you came!”Anastasia rushes forward and throws her arms around me while I fight the urge to grimace. After returning from our impromptu business/honeymoon trip, I received a phone call about Anastasia’s dress rehearsal for her wedding. Of course, I was required to be there si
[Denali’s POV] “What were you thinking?” Rosco demands the minute we are in the car. “Why didn’t you fight back?” Why? Because I knew if I did things would have been a lot worse than they were. Plus, playing the victim would ultimately work in my favor as it showed others the true colors of my ent
“It looks like your father really left you in the dark,” Rosco sighs. “Shady bastard.” “Then don’t we just need to find a way to prove that the pack shouldn’t be led by him?” I ask quietly. “Like a will or statement left by my mother or even her parents?” “That would be the ideal way, but if somet
[Rosco’s POV]“Ow.”A hiss of pain escapes Denali as I push against her exposed ribs, which are clearly bruised from her stepmother’s attack. Fuck, that bitch really did a number on her, and I was beginning to regret just leaving without doing anything.“I should go back,” I mutter.“I’m fine.”Fine
[Rosco’s POV]I stare down into Denali’s eyes, taking in the desire and hunger that are beginning to form in them, and I can’t help but feel a sense of pride.“My princess,” I murmur, pressing my lips against hers while running a hand down her side, so a whimper of excitement escapes her. “All mine.