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463 pages, Kindle Edition
Published October 26, 2023
“Just because it’s the truth doesn’t mean we should act on it, because an even bigger truth is that this won’t end well. I can’t make you any promises. I will likely regret what comes next, and I’ll likely hurt you beyond repair.”
“Take what you want, Franky, and I promise I won’t ask for more.”
“Your ass belongs to me, Leland,” he growled, the tip of his nose touching mine. “And so does your cock and your mouth. Your whole damn body is mine.”
“You fuck anyone else, or allow anyone to fuck you, and you’ll have to answer to me, Leland.”
Franklin Kincaid was highly flawed, uncivilized, possessive, and entitled when it came to me and my body, but he was also good, and I’d go down fighting anyone who believed differently.
Franky sucked me clean, slurping and moaning, mouth sealed over my asshole. His need to ingest cum was a physical thing, so intense that he hadn’t even stopped to consider whose cum he so eagerly gulped down.
I stuttered, body blistering with beads of sweat as my orgasm took shape. I’d managed to jerk off a couple times, filling a portion cup with my cum before he’d left.
I reminded him of all that in my letter, even spilling my cum onto one of them, hoping my scent would win me his change of heart. I never mailed them, though. I’d tossed them all into the fire.
“What if you lose them? What if choosing me ends up being the worst decision you ever make, Franky? What if we tell them the truth and we fall apart? Who we are now might not work well together. I don’t even know you anymore. I don’t even know me,”
The past hadn’t miraculously disappeared as if it never existed. There were still occasions when he stared at me like he was unsure or like he was certain but scared.
“I don’t know. Sometimes things are fine and I’m hopeful. Then out of nowhere this nauseating feeling of terror comes over me. I can mostly talk myself down from it, but sometimes I just need space to breathe.”
Except in the past he’d treated my body as something that never belonged to me through a lens of anger and pain, and this time he’d done it all with reverence and love. Always love.