Chapter Sixty-Two

Reese’s POV

Her blood was boiling. She was so angry that her skin rippled and she could feel her claws trying to push through her fingernails. She wanted to hurt Troy, maybe even cut his balls off. A small laugh escaped her lips and Troy glanced over at her.

“What’s so funny?”

Reese smirked then and turned her head to look at him. She extended her hand and scraped her nails over his thigh toward his groin. She could see the bulge in his pants grow and she leaned over him and cupped his semi-erect cock through his pants.

“I was just imagining cutting your balls off,” she whispered and removed her hand.

Troy gripped the steering wheel tighter and clenched his jaw but he didn’t say anything. Reese sat back in her seat feeling satisfied. He’d have to learn that she wasn’t meek and docile. She’d give as good as she got.

Two hours passed in silence as Troy kept to the speed limit. He didn’t look at her once and Reese closed her eyes. She might as well try and sleep until they reached Black