The Penalty Box (Vancouver Wolves Hockey, #3)

by Odette Stone

Instead, he stood there, looking at me. “You don’t like me.” “Don’t take it personally.”

He glared at her. “Who the fuck am I supposed to marry, Krista?” She lifted her chin. “I haven’t got that far yet.”

“I think it’s a terrible idea for me to get involved in this situation.” She tilted her head to the side. “Because you want to fuck him.”

“If you’re wearing my ring, you’re mine. Not to be touched by anyone.”

Now he looked like he wanted to devour me. “That is fucking hot,” he growled.

When I desired a woman, I dated her. When I dated a woman, I enjoyed fucking her. Now I was about to marry Charlie and I couldn’t touch her. It was messing with my head.

It turned me on when I whispered in her ear, “Your body is mine now. It’s mine to fuck.” My words caused a deep shiver to wrack her body. With satisfaction, I pulled her tighter. “Go to sleep.”