Chapter 31

I released a groan, punching my fist against the punching bag—over and over. The bag swung back, even creaking on its chain—that’s how frustrated I felt. The worst thing about it was that nothing and no one could take it away.

Not Chrystal, not any of the other girls—no one.

It had been exactly seven days since Puppy had fallen apart under my hands, trembling, moaning. I shouldn’t have touched her. I shouldn’t have done it—but I did.

I shouldn’t have invited her to my room, and I should’ve stopped it before it could get that far—but seeing her between my legs, so peaceful, and vulnerable as she leaned her head against my chest, I couldn’t stop myself.

Now, all I could think about was her.

Her silky, blonde hair which was usually up in a ponytail, those curious ocean blue eyes—her breathless gasps, her soft skin, the way she had moaned my name like I was all she could think about.

It wasn’t the beast driving my actions—no, it was me and my own