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.

I need to

an Alpha of

this kind

wife should be a possession.

to an end.

the

her when we

when there are

need to

step out first and then I

to help her out.

are so

mine. Next to me, she

breakable. Yet she

my passions.

from the

sh it, it’s ingrained in

her fingers over her flesh. Each throaty little moan.

tightened up just

staring

I’m hard again.

Da mn it.

adjust myself and guide her into

restaurant.

taking this first

seriously,” she mutters.

from the

now.

TA

didn’t appreciate

just a

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maitre de a couple hundred and he leads