Chapter 64

Xerxes's POV

After dinner, I led Katrina to our room. My hands resting on the small of her waist, she’s quiet but the essence radiating off her making me go crazy. I found her reaction to my touch appealing, even sweet sometimes, but I had no intention of letting her go.

Katrina did not understand the dark thrill of lewdness that flow inside me. She did not understand that someone like me breathes violence and the sight of blood appeases me, as much as the sight of her naked flesh.

Katarina thought I was a sociopath…I practically was, but my lack of remorse of feeling when it did not concern her, was vicious.

As we entered the bedroom, the hunger I had been feeling for the past few hours intensified, the wolf inside me howling to tame her. The distance I sensed between us since this morning was painful when it shouldn’t be, but I restrained myself.

Regardless of our spending most of the time together–inside our bedroom and outside–Katar