Twenty-One
Jealousy was an awful thing. Like a viper, it slithered into one’s heart, intent on killing the love that lay there. Tasa was disgusted with herself, with him, with that useless woman. She’d made him brush his teeth, but that didn’t take away the vision branded in her mind. There was only one way to get rid of it.
Stalking into the bedroom, she tore off her clothes, prowled over to Whistle lying in bed, and attacked him. She took that woman’s kiss, her touch, every memory of them, and tore it away.
Whistle devoured her mouth with a brutality that had her gasping for air. No, he didn’t kiss her; he f****d her mouth with his. Her fingers gripped his arms, muscles flexing under her touch. She barely managed to keep herself from sliding off the bed and melting into a puddle on th
