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I’ve just never been good with choices. Don’t appreciate them. Don’t care for them. Would rather not be presented with one.
“Bossy. I like it. But you know what I like more? Your posh little accent. Question. Does it sound the same when you say crude things?”
“Anyone ever tell you how fucking hot you feel when struggling for control? I could swallow you alive and leave no crumbs.”
“Stay fucking still unless you’re in the mood to take care of the boner you’re giving me.”
“Such a responsible brother. First, you came here because I made up a story about Landon, and now, you’re worried about your sister. We have something in common. I like it.”
“Oh cool, you remember! Nice to officially meet you, Brandon. Or, hold on! I actually found you a perfect nickname. Lotus flower. You know, because you managed to bloom so beautifully while surrounded by the muddy swamp that is Landon. Isn’t that so fucking poetic?”
“Fuck. I love the way you say my name. Though everything sounds amazing in that hot accent.”
Fight me. I love this energy, lotus flower.”
Though I’d rather he go shirtless so I can get a front-row seat to his body and possibly sink my teeth into it. Figuratively, of course. Who the fuck am I kidding? It’s definitely literally.
you got hard when you had your eyes on me.
“Talk dirty to me, baby.”
This is the hottest I’ve ever seen him, and I’ve always found him mouthwateringly sexy.
“Mmm. I love the sound of my name on your lips. Say it again, baby.”
“Your bossiness turns me the fuck on, baby,” I murmur, my lips an inch away from his jaw.
He tastes like my own downfall and I’m ready to drown in it.
The harder I’ve tried to stay away, the wilder my obsession with him has grown.
“You need to stop looking at me like that if you don’t want me to fucking devour you.”
A feeling I’ve never experienced in my life.
He tastes of lawless violence and forbidden temptation. He tastes like my custom-made damnation.
“Who’s a better kisser, baby? Clara or me?” “Shut up…” I don’t recognize how my voice comes out all choked up and hoarse. This is so fucking wrong. “I’m going to go with me.” His intense eyes meet mine as he glides his tongue against my bottom lip and then nibbles down savagely. “You didn’t look so hot and bothered when you were kissing her. Actually, it seemed like a fucking chore.”
“Fuck me. I love the way you growl my name, baby.”
“Correction, it definitely hit more than one nerve, because you’re fucking hard. This time, it’s definitely for me.”
“Mmm. You got so hard by just kissing.” He swipes his tongue on my mouth over and over as if he’s trying to erase something. “Your dick must be huge. I can feel it through your pants, all erect and begging for attention.”
“Do you feel how hard I am for you?” Kiss. “How ravenous I turn when it comes to you?” Kiss. “I’ll devour you fucking whole, my beautiful lotus flower.” Kiss. “I’ll make you forget about anyone who came before me, namely fucking Clara.”
“Mmm. Prince Charming is covered in my cum. Yum. I can get used to this view.”
“That was before I made the acquaintance of your beautiful, huge dick.”
Speaking of which, when are you going to break up with her?” I let my lips curve into a fake smile. “Clara is my girlfriend and I have no intention of breaking up with her.” “You didn’t seem to think she was your girlfriend when you had your tongue down my throat or when you came all over my cock, baby.”
He has a point.
“But she’d look so pretty in a fucking casket.”
He is not your fucking babe.
“You’re a fucking nightmare,” he mutters, his throat working beneath my fingers. “Your nightmare.” “I hate you.” “I don’t.” “You’re fucking crazy.” “About you,” I whisper against his lips and claim them with a guttural moan.
You’re hard for me, not her.
“Congrats on kicking the bitch to the curb. For the love of Satan, don’t get back together with her. She’s not for you.”
The one who’s driving me fucking insane is none other than a man. A rowdy, always shirtless, mountain of a man who looks at me like he wants to rip me apart.
I’m making it mine. I told you if you don’t get it done, I’ll do it for you.
“He’s not your fucking baby.”
Needless to say, I’ve been as hard as a rock since he shoved Clara away from me. I like to think he didn’t want her to touch me, not the other way around.
“But I love touching you, my Prince Charming.”
I smirk, staring down at his puffed-out lips. “Someone is mad.” “Fuck you.” “Baby, you know I love it when you talk dirty to me.”
“Then blame me all you want, baby.” I slam my lips to his, taking what’s mine. Because he is fucking mine.
He’s my asshole. Literally.
Bran doesn’t look like it, but he’s a passionate kisser. He goes deep and furious. Sometimes deep and slow, like now, nibbling and stroking, touching and exploring, as if he wants to take his time getting to know every nook of my body and mouth.
My favorite is the tattoo of a serpent wrapped around a skull that covers his shoulder and bicep. My gaze flits to the sophisticated infinity tattoo that twirls down his hip and over the side of his thigh. That’s also a favorite.
“Men can be beautiful. I am, for one.”
“You definitely made a mess this time. Hot as fuck.”
I release an exasperated sound. “I don’t know why the hell you’re obsessed with me, but I’m telling you that it’s impossible. I’m not gay.”
“Not gay?” he sneers at me. “Baby, you came three times on my hand, mouth, and fucking fingers. You choked on my cock and came because of a mere prostate fucking. If that isn’t gay, I don’t know what is.”
He is not wrong.
I don’t need a reason to want you, lotus flower. I just do.
He smirks. “I also know you love kissing me.”
licks my fingers, thrusting his tongue between them. I jerk my arm away. “Why the hell would you lick me? Are you a dog?” “Woof.” He grins and I can’t even muster the emotions to be mad at him.
“If I die, maybe. Scratch that, I’ll haunt the fuck out of you until you join me, my Prince Charming. Then we can have a fuck fest in ghost land.”
