I glare as a horrible image flashes through my head. Of some model fucking Daisy. Of her hands on his back, nails digging into his flesh as he pounds against her. It’s wrong. It looks wrong, even if she’s getting off. Because she’s not getting off by me. I want to rip the guy from her body. I want to fucking punch him in the face for separating her from me.
the jealousy scenes in this book are about to be INSANE. but ryke, you cannot be jealous when you have a girl beneath you and daisy is watching the entire thing....... SHE is the jealous one right now.
