The savage possession at no time altered. If anything, it was as fucking monstrous as him. It lingered and clung to his skin making Hawk think things he had no business thinking about. He already knew if he allowed himself to fall and sink into her she’d be the best pussy he’d ever had.

You’re my dream. I want to crawl inside your skin and see how you taste from the inside. I could spend a decade just listening to you sigh like that. Spend time? Give me every fucking minute and I’ll worship you like the sick, depraved bastard I am.

He'd always known if he were this near to Gia it would break out both of their beasts. Only, hers has always been the more powerful when it had him wanting to come to heel, to do anything she wanted, to offer up his battered soul for her own keeping.

Are you insane?” His voice was pure fucking rust. “You’re the head shrink, you don’t say shit like that to the likes of me. I’m manipulative, incapable of remorse. Is that the kind of person you want around you?

He’d never wanted anyone more to belong to him wholly, then and now. Every dream. Every fantasy. Every whispered secret. He wanted it all to belong to him. Because monsters liked to own things. To make them as dirty as they were.

Jesus fuck. I’m sitting right fucking here, Prez. Maybe shelve the porn a little, yeah?

She was brand new and he was death.

A man once said the definition of insanity was doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results. I was his test guinea pig.

He watched with his predator eyes. The hunger in them unmasked. He was addicted. He kept right on feeding his filthy obsession, and he didn’t care.