Savage Lover (Brutal Birthright, #3)

by Sophie Lark

“At least she gets ten dollars,” a low voice says. “You usually do it for free, Bella.”

Because I first killed someone when I was only ten years old.

I want him, I want him, I want him.

So I defaulted to what I always do with women, when I want them to shut the fuck up. I kissed her.

“I don’t ever want you to be jealous,” I tell her. “There’s nobody else, Camille. Nobody who ever made me feel like this.”

As I speed up my pace, he puts my pillow over his head and moans into that instead, pressing it into his face with both hands.

that’s insanely hot sir

“Do you think that’s how other people feel all the time?” “No,” he says, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me close. “I don’t think anyone has felt exactly like this.”