Hans (Alliance, #4)

by S.J. Tilly

“Christ, Hans. You can’t just Goldilocks this girl and expect a happily ever after.”

I wrap my arms tighter around her. “Hush, Butterfly.” I press my lips to her hair. “Please stop crying.” She sniffs. “Want me to tell you why I call you that?” I ask her. Cassandra nods. “Because you remind me of one. Beautiful. Mesmerizing. Too fragile for this awful world.” I slide one hand up to palm the back of her neck. “A pretty little butterfly I can’t help but want to protect.”

We might not be people who kiss when they see each other, but it turns out we’re people who kiss when they part ways.

It’s like hearing a song for the first time after years and years but remembering every lyric the second it starts.

But when a man that looks like that, like he might pull your soul out of your body through your vagina, you back away.

“Brats don’t get eaten out.” Hans uses his knees to push my legs wider. I reach up and cling to his shoulders. “What do they get?” He reaches down between us, and I feel the head of his cock pushing at my entrance. “They get fucked. Hard.”

“My Butterfly.”

“My girl.”

“My l...