Jesse felt the hard wooden door against her chest as Torben held her firm to the door, her hands pinned up over her head and his hips capturing her. Somehow, the thought of him f*****g the rage out of her made her wetter than she had ever thought possible and as his leg slid between hers and pushed up against the juncture between her thighs, she emitted a mewling sound of acquiescence.
His breath was hot on her ear as he growled against her neck. “You’re angry Jesse. I can feel the energy rolling off you. You’ve already sang tonight. You’ve already beat people up tonight. It’s time to try something new.”
“I wanted to kill her where she stood,” Jesse admitted her cheek pressed against the cool wooden door. “I wanted to put my fist into her face and make her perfectly symmetrical features
