Nora’s POV

I just knew I was no longer the same Nora that walked into this room a few hours ago. If I refused to tell that to myself, I believe the pussy in between my legs would tell the story better.

“Rocco.”

My stomach rumbled with a mixture of fear and dark anticipation. Rocco walked forward, his heavily muscled body moving arrogantly. He was built like an Alpha — broad shoulders, thick arms, and a chest that looked carved. His cock was already hard, thick, long, and heavy, the swollen head angry and leaking precum from the tip. His eyes burned with hunger as they locked onto my destroyed...