Slow Down. Bill felt like a bystander, screaming helplessly as a tragedy unfolded before his eyes. There was no stopping it. He could only witness the inevitable—and, in this case, he was both watcher and perpetrator.
You fucking monster. The moniker haunted him as he mouthed the pulse in Loren’s throat while his fingers breached a part of her he had no right to take. Guilt didn’t diminish his awe one damn bit. He groaned instead, his heart lurching at the feel of her.




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