Thane
I figured dressing her up like my own personal doll would get under her skin, but somehow it seems to be torturing me more than her.
Too many times I’ve had to remind myself that she’s human, and everything about that should disgust me.
But it doesn’t. In fact, the image of her crawling to me is one that will surely replay in my mind later tonight when I’m alone.
Even now, looking at her laid out before me has me imagining doing unspeakable things to her.
Things no werewolf or vampire, and certainly no hybrid, should be thinking about doing with a human…
and yet, I can’t stop myself. Damnit, even my cock is getting hard now that I have a perfect view of her ass.
An ass that would look even better with my handprint on it.
Fuck, what am I saying? She’s a human. A weak, repulsive human, who I loathe with every fiber of my being. The only way I want her body is bruised and beaten.