Shame

Alley POV

The second he stoned his face and called me a whore I wanted to sink into the floor boards. He just fucked me so good and now spoke to me like I was nothing. I don't know why I was even surprised. He is a fucking asshole and always has been. At least now I know he definitely doesn't recognize me.

No way Christian would be able to resist holding back that information this long. It was for the best too. I'm pretty sure he still believed I was the monster back then, just as I knew he was.

His fingers came to my chin knocking all my senses out then took my lips to his giving me a soft dominating kiss. The bastard actually laughed at me for kissing him back and then walked out. I took a few deep breaths against my bookshelf trying to calm the storm brewing in my head.

I hated that man so much and blamed him for Derek's death, yet my body was a fucking magnet to his. Somehow the fucking Devil actually got even sexier over the years too. He seemed taller, was definitely bigger,