Westin (The Sovereign Mountain, #2)

by Raya Morris Edwards

The only thought I have in my head is a dangerous one. Mine. Mine.

Mine. Sweet, little Diane Carter is mine, come hell or high water.

“You better watch yourself,” he says, his voice dropping.

“Or what?” I whisper. “You won’t touch me.” “No.” He shakes his head. “But I’ll tie you up with my belt and fuck the sass out of you.”