Chapter 151

Shantelle’s POV

I knew it wasn’t a real question, not the way he phrased it. He curled a hand against one bare ass cheek, his blunt nails scraping over the flesh until I gasped from the sensation.

I reached out farther to the edge of the counter, curling my fingers around the hard stone, bracing, giving myself leverage and purchase. I rose on my toes to offer myself more to him, my entire chest flush with the counter, my toes barely on the floor now. I gave him a silent invitation.

“Do you want me to lose control, Shanny? Do you want a gentleman or a fucking monster fucking you after a long time of waiting?” His words were gasoline on the inferno inside me. I wanted it, and he gave it to me.

“I want the real you.” I glanced over my shoulder so I could look into his eyes. I knew what I wanted. I knew how he wanted to give it to me. I didn’t care about the pain. I wanted it. “I want Atlas.”

His eyes became hooded, his lips peeling back from his tee