Westin (The Sovereign Mountain, #2)

by Raya Morris Edwards

“I’m just trying to make you feel special,” I say. “To make up for fucking you like a whore in a little while.”

Oh, you charmer

Hanging on the wall is a collar. I take it down, running my fingers over the soft leather. I bought this for her and had the inside engraved with her name. Diane Quinn.

oh god, my heart Westin

I close my eyes. His grip tightens, and his tongue slides on my pussy. He licks it—not like he’s trying to get me off, but like he wants the intimacy of oral. I must be right, because with his other hand, he pushes up my thighs so they close around his head. Then, he uses his tongue to touch me, his lips to kiss me, and his breath to tease. It feels like hours later when he resurfaces, but it’s only a few minutes.

Whatever I do,” his voice is gruff, sitting deep in his chest, “whoever I become, love me still, darling.”

He’s not a good man, but he’s the one I want.

Her head falls back as she comes so hard, she stops breathing. It’s distracting enough that she doesn’t see me slip the crystal glass between her thighs. She doesn’t know she releases in a short gush that fills it a third of the way.

He’s obsessed with me, and I’m obsessed with him. He knows he became a man he didn’t want to be, but that’s who I fell in love with.