10. IN HIS DEN

Hunger.

Disappointment.

Need, burning need.

I stole another glance at Slade who sat quietly at the other end of the seat. My heart still hadn’t settled down and it felt as if it would forever gallop from then on. My body hummed, begging for something I had no idea how to acquire.

The jersey was gone from Slade, his shirt unbuttoned, the sleeves folded up, showing his powerful arms.

“I will break you little wife and no one will save you.” The words still echoed in my head, seeing the hunger in him, feral hunger as his hand squeezed around my neck. Then, he had pushed away and told me we were leaving.

I was buzzing and I had never felt so alive in my whole life. I turned to stare out the window only to hold my breath as we left the city behind, darkness all that wrapped around the car. Another followed after us, filled with guards. No one talked, and I welcomed the silence that allowed me to run back to the office over and over, absorbing Slade’s heat, his scent, his imposing figu