Chapter ninety five

95.

It wasn’t until he missed the bag and slammed his hand into the

wooden platform holding the chains suspending the bag that he

acknowledged what he was feeling.

Guilt.

A fucking huge load of guilt, which was an emotion he hadn’t

experienced in such a long time he’d forgotten how it felt. 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 wa