June POV
I walked into the room—mask in place, skin already buzzing with anticipation, thighs pressed tight like they knew exactly what was coming.
The door clicked shut behind me.
He was already there.
Bad Wolf.
Leaning against the wall like sin in human form, broad arms crossed, his mask shadowing those dark eyes I could never quite read but always felt in my bones. He was all stillness and tension, like a storm waiting for permission to break.
And break he did.
The moment the lock snapped into place, he moved.
Fast.
Ruthless.
His hand curled around my waist and yanked me forward, flush against his chest. Then his mouth was on me—no hesitation, no softness, no time for pleasantries. He kissed me like a man unhinged, like I owed him something he planned to take.
