Caution to the Wind (The Fallen Men, #7)

by Giana Darling

I got no qualms about carvin’ you up like a Christmas ham. You get me?”

“You think I’d threaten to spank you if you were?”

“Fuck you,” he whispered thickly. “You don’t have the balls,”

We have a long day tomorrow of doing nothing but sitting on the couch and watching Sailor Moon.”

coolin’ spunk

“You were just a girl before, and the moment you came to town and I saw you were a woman, you awoke this fuckin’ beast in me.”

Property of the Off-White Knight in the same small black, gothic writing of the tattoos love and loss on his knuckles.

“You take my cock so fuckin’ well,” I praised her, watchin’ as the words made her shiver and drove her higher. “Always knew you were made to fight, but God, were you made to fuck, too.” My fighter liked to be called a good girl, a pretty little thing.

“Hot dads for the win, am I right, Blossom?”

I slid my tongue over her digit as I pulled off, then repeated the movement with the next finger and the next. On the third, she shivered so violently I heard her spine crack.

I caught sight of the golden spiral of a diamond frosted dragon with ruby eyes nestled in its new home on my left hand.