A growl tries to bubble out, but I swallow it down. My monster is more jealous and possessive than I am. The sight of her…really relieves and infuriates me. I certainly don’t want her seeing what this has done to me. Not when I’m this close to losing control. I need a damn minute— She drops the trench coat she’s donning, and my mind goes blank. She fidgets awkwardly, tugging at the lacy ends of the very scandalous black lace number she’s wearing, complete with garters and stockings. The negligee is mostly transparent, revealing her scanty, devious underwear. She came to seduce me?
