Chapter 12

Spade POV

It was completely irrational that I craved her and wanted to imprint my scent on her. It was wrong on so many levels that I wanted to own her, that I wanted to kiss those lips, feel her soft skin against my fingertips, and taste her arousal on my tongue. 

I wanted to suck those pink little nipples into my mouth, bury my fingers through her soft hair, and dip my nose in her pussy and breathe in her scent. 

It was pure madness. It was wrong— immoral even— that I wanted her to beg me to fuck her and tie her to bed so I could take her over and over again. Yet, her refusal and fighting off her desire enthralled me, and it excited me to think of what I could do to that body.

Wave opened his mouth to say something, but shut close when I glared at him.

“Shut up.”