Tear off his eyelids and shove them down his throat. Then we’ll see who he threatens. Apparently, sleep made my monster creative. “Take your hands off me,” I whispered. “Or you’ll regret it.” How. Dare. He. Overpower me on my bed. “What the fuck is going on over there?” Malum’s voice broke through the aggression that was fogging my thoughts. “We’re fucking,” Horace snapped back and gyrated his hips wantonly. “What is wrong with you?” I asked seriously. Horace winked at me and whispered, “Just watch.”
