The Defective Wife's Lethal Comeback

Her hands flew over the surface, desperately searching for the interior rele

had locked it from the outside using maximum

ed her high heels, tossing them silently aside. She pressed her bare feet

t was accompanied by the sound of fabric ripping and the

iver of pale starlight bled through the gap in the heavy blac

ing male figure was writhing on the mattress. The air in the room was thick, suffocatingly hot, and re

ll, sliding inch by inch toward the marble wet bar

metal cocktail shaker wobbled and tipped over,

, but in the silence of t

froze. The writhing

lowed with a terrifying, feral gold light. He locked onto J

top until her fingers closed around the cold, sharp handle of a metal letter ope

His feral index was completely redlined. The drugs pumping th

terrifying, supernatural speed that defied human physics. The sh

, Jolie threw her body to the

isecond prior. His palm slammed into the solid marble of the wet bar. The stone ex

physical power of a high-level Primal

hobia-a deep, psychological disgust of females-was violently rejecting the urge. He caught the sce

radiction between his biological drive and his psychological hatred was tearing his mind apart. He sl

to-ceiling windows, praying she could use the l

made it t

is golden eyes snapped back to her,

pact knocked the wind out of Jolie's lungs in a violent rush

ht the letter opener down, driving the meta

ment it hit his skin, it stopped. His muscles were as

letter opener from her hand, crushing the solid metal into a

o the floor above her head. His face lowered, his ragged, sc

om his body was unnatural. The drugs were tak

est, a strange, dormant lock snapped open. A rush of pure, icy