Verena 

Daxton was mad. It was from the way fury coated his voice, the raging madness in his eyes, and the way they softened to a lighter shade whenever he locked eyes with me and muttered almost silent words of apology for shouting over the phone.

He was so hot that it turned me on. Wetness dripped down my thigh and right now, I wanted to feel him buried inside of me, fucking me with my head slamming against the headboard until my vision blurred on the edges. 

I stared at him with all sorts of lustful thoughts running through my mind. For a second, I wondered if I should...