Bourbon & Secrets (The Bourbon Boys, #2)

by Victoria Wilder

Violence is easier to digest when it doesn’t touch you personally.

“You call me Peach like I’m sweet, but Foxx, you know better. I’m the furthest thing from sweet.” “See, that’s where you’re wrong.” I yank her hips forward. The move jerks her closer and forces her chest to press into mine. “I’ve never tasted anything as sweet as what you dripped all over my fingers.”