He's Not My Type (The Vancouver Agitators, #4)

by Meghan Quinn

“If you want him back, tell me right now and I’ll step aside. If not . . . then I’m going to make sure I spend the rest of the night showing him exactly who you belong to.”

Just from one look, from those eyes, the eyes that captivated me from day fucking one. And they haven’t stopped. They’ve held my attention. They’ve gripped me by the heart and have held me close.

Do you understand that I’m taking what I want, Blakely? I’m taking your mouth, your body, and I’m marking it as mine until you tell me to stop.”

“You belong here.”

“You’re my dream girl, Blakely. Everything I ever fucking wanted. So never second-guess that.”

“I’ll keep taking what I want from you, Blakely. Doesn’t that scare you? Because it sure as shit scares me.”

How is this actually happening right now? This woman who has had my heart, my mind, my fucking soul since the moment I met her, how did I possibly get her to fall for me? I’ll never know, but I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure she will always be mine.

What matters is you and me.”

“You are everything I’ll ever need. This body, your heart. It’s all I fucking need.”