Chapter 110

110.

The image of holding Mia underneath him as he took her in the shower that first night

flashed behind his eyes, and he cursed. With a vicious thrust, Shane

slammed his other fist into the wood, grunting at the mental relief the

physical pain provided.

He had taken her without regard to her feelings on the matter. Blood

spattered from a shredded knuckle when he hit the wood again. Shane had

held her down, stroked her to make her wet, and forced her to accept him.

Her body had been ready, but clearly she hadn’t. More blood and another

squishy thud of flesh against a solid object.

He wanted her, needed her, and ached for her. Shane had been obsessed

with her for months, but he hadn’t wanted to hurt her. He hadn’t even given

it much thought either way. In his arrogance, he had never considered that

she wouldn’t want to be taken as his property.

Had he imagined she would be flattered by his attentions once she got

past the mafia thing? If he’d given it any thought—and he