Bad Love an Alpha’s Regret by Elise Sinclair

Chapter 133

AARON

Leah looks like a go dda mn sacrificial

offering.

And it’s a miracle we made it out of that

suite without me dragging her to the

nearest horizontal surface.

She has no makeup on, at least not that I can tell. But her lips are painted bright

red.

It keeps me staring at her mou th and thinking about all the things I want to do

to it.

The whi te dress is long and almost demure. Until she moves or leans to

the side, then I get a glimpse of all that toned, tan thigh. And don’t even get me started on the top half.

Did she always look this?

My memories of Leah are vivid and I’ve known her body for years, but lately everything seems heightened. It’s like

we’ve been together in color and all of a sudden everything’s high def.

Her body is sexier, that’s for sure.

Or maybe that’s just my obsession with

her.

need

Alpha of my stature

afford this kind of

be a possession. A

to an end.

physical embodiment of the peace between our

wanting her, longing for her when we aren’t

are a

I need

limousine pulls to the curb, I step out first and then I extend

to help her out.

are so small and

to mine. Next to

and breakable. Yet

my passions.

scene from the

sh it, it’s ingrained in

her flesh. Each throaty

tightened

staring at

I’m hard again.

Da mn it.

and

restaurant.

taking this first date

seriously,” she mutters.

should’ve from the start. I

now.

TA

didn’t

just

V

a couple hundred and he leads us to a private part