Pretty Boy (The Boys of Apartment 13, #1)

by Brianna Flores

soft either, and I’m forced to face his hard stare head-on. “Liam, I meant what I said. You’re mine.” My eyelashes flutter as I take that in, a wave of calm satisfaction washing over me. I’m stupid with lust for this guy, absolutely mental. I should probably find issue with this possessive claim he’s trying to lay on me, but I just want it. I want him to want me, to fucking own me. I am his. It just feels right. It rids me of all the stress I was feeling today and has my insides purring in contentment.