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.

something I need to

as an Alpha of my

this kind of

be

to an end.

physical embodiment of the

when we

are a

need to

the curb, I step

to help her out.

are so small

mine. Next to

Yet she can

my passions.

from the

it’s ingrained in my

fingers over her flesh. Each throaty little

nipples tightened up

staring

I’m hard again.

Da mn it.

adjust myself and guide

restaurant.

this

seriously,” she mutters.

from the start. I know

now.

TA

didn’t appreciate

just a

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