Igniting Cinder (The Lost Girls, #3)

by Holly Roberds

“Even more hearts to be broken over your pending nuptials, how tragic.” Her words are as dry as an empty glass in a desert amid a draught. She’s savage. I love it.

“But who’s to say anyone should be deprived of my fantastic dicking skills even if I’m married?”

“Don’t be like that, my little black cloud of cuddles. We are betrothed. We must share all our secrets.”

“Stop being a little bitch and put the shoe on or stay here,” she snaps at me. Why did I just get hard?

Kaison rubs the cat’s ears and the purr double times. “What can I say? Pussies love me.” Then he throws us that cheeky grin of his.

Uh oh. Pumpkin spice! Pumpkin spice!

Cinder's bridal party assembles up front, the gentlemen taking their places in a line by me, including Rap. Cinder’s Lost Girls, her chosen family.