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365 pages, ebook
First published April 23, 2016
“Strip,” he said darkly, interrupting my thoughts.
“Do I still—”
“Strip and shut up,” he said, his voice even darker. Christ, part of me thought I’d probably have the ultimate orgasm if he just finally went ahead and murdered me. The meaner he was, the harder I got. And fuck could he produce the mean.
One of his arms slipped under me, curving around my waist, reaching down to palm my ass, and I groaned as he pulled me against him and crushed me into the mattress at the same time.
My hand moved up to cup his jaw and he slipped his tongue into my mouth again. It hurt, and it was kind of perfect that way, falling in line with everything else we’d done.

I looked back at the porn again, fingering the top one. “Naughty Barrackz Boys? Really? This is adorable.”
“We are never going to be in a place where you can call me or any of my stuff adorable. So, you can shut that shit down right now.”
“Is that an order? Sir?” I gave him a mock salute and he grinned.
It didn’t matter how much I fought it or how much we hated each other, or how much of a secretive, sadistic psychopath he was. I was stupidly, brutally, embarrassingly in love with him.

I’d never hated anyone like I hated him. Or ached for anyone more. Shit, I’ll say it. I’d never ached for anyone at all.



