Connor's Claim (Body Count, #2)

by Jolie Vines

You’re asleep, on his terms, not yours, but you can feel everything. Shiver, little temptress

Connor’s Claim is a dark romance with morally grey elements and a hero who flies so far past the line of possessive-obsessive that boy’s a dot.

Everly Makepeace had once been my stepsister and my obsession, but never the other way around.

Earlier, I’d told her she could do anything she wanted to me in my sleep, and she’d said the same.

“Spy, detective, stalker, the CEO of all things feral and chaotic. I’ll get business cards made.”

“I own ye now. Just as ye own me. I’ll defend your life with mine and give ye everything ye want. A home, my last name, the blood of anyone who hurts ye. I’ll fucking knock ye up, too. As many times as we want.”

“See this, Deadwater,” I yelled at the city outside the window. “Mine. She’s all fucking mine. Ye cannae have her back.”

“House rules. Ye live here now. With me. You’ll be full of my cum all the time. These,” he groped my breasts, the image lewd in the mirror’s reflection, “are to be bare whenever we’re alone here.”

“You want me to strip half naked when you come into the apartment.” He nodded and pinched my nipple. “Tits out. Mandatory. I need to see them.”

I wanted to handcuff him and stow his huge frame in the back of my car then steal him away to a secret hideout. Mentally, I tapped my hand. Bad Cassie.