Chapter 135

• BRYCE
• My pants are about to bust open cause my cock is hard as steel. I want to rip her clothes off and fuck her until she passes out, drenched in my cum. I have an animalist need to mark her as mine so that no other man will dare to look at her because they’ll know I’ll snuff them out. But a part of me is frightened that once we go through with this, she’ll never look at me the same way again.
• I rub the back of my neck as Isla pushes to her feet, and we stand facing each other. She says she wants a choice, but a choice in what exactly? A choice in getting railed like an animal on the ground?