Chapter TWELVE

JOSEF

Pure, unadulterated desire roared through my veins like a pack of wild wolves. Meredith trembled beneath my fingertips as I spun her around to face the wall.

“Arms down,” I commanded, dragging the zipper on the back of her wedding dress slowly down her spine.

She looked so goddamn perfect in pink. The perfect blend of innocence and sin. Novice and seductress.

Fuck.

Why did it have to be pink?

Like a fucking princess.

Beautiful.

Unattainable.

Perched in her ivory tower.

Up high and away from the unwashed masses. Far away from me.

Wasn’t that the truth? Wasn’t that how it always was between us?

How many times had I dreamed of this very situation? How many fantasies had I spun in my fucked up head where I had Meredith within my reach?

Once upon a time, I’d wanted to ruin her. To wreck her. To fuck with her heart the way she’d completely wrecked mine with her callous rejection.

But ruination wasn't this Big Bad Wolf’s plan for his Little Red.

Not anymore.