“She needs a distraction. Otherwise, none of us will get any intel from this fucking party, and that’s the only reason we’re here,” Brax grunts, but I don’t miss the fact that he’s rearranging his jeans at the same time as putting all the blame on me. Fucker. “Maybe I should be distracted by your cock in my mouth. Put us both out of our misery. Do you want me to take care of that now?” I ask, cocking a brow at him as I stroke my hand over his tight jeans, the bulge of his thick dick obvious.
I am a big fan of smut but honestly I’m over this. Why has the central conflict to the plot taken such a backseat? Why does Raven not give a fuck about anything besides getting fucked? I’m skimming the rest of this book.
