The Pucking Wrong Man (Pucking Wrong, #4)

by C.R. Jane

She was without a doubt the most drop-dead beautiful girl I’d ever seen in my entire life. No comparison. No question. This girl was the stuff of legends. I had to have her.

Even out on the ice in front of thousands of people...he’d looked out for me.

Anastasia Lennox was a sickness in my bloodstream that I had no desire to cure.

“Fuck, Anastasia. Act crazy. Take whatever you want from me. Own me like I want to own you. Hearing that I get to have what no man ever will is the best. Fucking. Thing. I’ve ever heard in my life.”

Because I did trust him. I’d follow him off a cliff at this point if he told me that’s where I should go. I trusted him like I’d never trusted anyone before.