Dahlia

I’m on Adrian before I can think. Before I can breathe, or worse—come to my senses and not attack him because today? Fuck that. 

One second I’m pretty little Dahlia. Luna and wife. The next? I’m lunging at Adrian like the cheating bastard deserves.

Idiot gasps when I press him down into the dirt and his expression says everything. He thought I was the weak one in this pairing. That I would be okay with anything and everything he did. Now he knows better and ...