Sandy's POV
Dominic moved closer until his face hovered mere inches from mine. The fury that had consumed his features moments before vanished completely, replaced by something far more disturbing. Raw hunger burned in his eyes as they roamed over me.
The sight made my stomach turn.
He craved me while simultaneously sharing his bed with Kari. The hypocrisy was nauseating.
"Back off," I muttered, refusing to acknowledge the scorching intensity of his stare.
"Never," he whispered, lowering his head to capture my lips with his own.
I jerked my face away just before contact, every muscle in my body going rigid. His reckless behavior would be the death of me, literally. The thought made me want to scream.
"Move before I grab a blade and separate you from your manhood," I snarled, my patience wearing dangerously thin.
Here I was, trapped in this living nightmare while Charles lived it up with his precious chosen mate. The irony felt like a vicious slap across my face.
