Bree Merritt

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“It’s not funny.” “Oh, but it is,” she said. “Do you really think anyone has the power to take me from you? I like to stroke many things on you but not your ego, so trust me when I say there is no force as powerful in these realms or the next as you, my love.” The corner of my lips rose. “Oh, I do like that. Do it again.” She playfully popped my biceps. “No.” I only snorted before running my thumb under my lip. “How do you feel about solitary confinement? I’ll just hide you away and keep you all to myself.” Her brows rose with a playful smirk playing on her lips. “Planning to tie me up again?”
The Wrath of the Fallen (Gods & Monsters, #4)
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