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

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

Everly had curves for days.

Thick thighs I’d tried and failed to stop dreaming about.

A rack that could make ...

She’d never liked her body, but I’d worshipped her, dropping kisses on her soft belly and loving e...

If only it had been one of my better weeks, when I’d been to the gym and eaten well.

Then again, he’d always told me he loved my body exactly how it was.

A couple of weeks ago, I’d overheard my father mention Connor’s name on the phone.

Not his real name, but the gang name he used. Shade.

Because he was a man of the shadowy nigh...

Father had some kind of deal with Shade, I’d gathered, and that knowledge had d...

After all I’d sac...

After I’d lost him for the purpose of keeping him safe and earned...

After everything I’d done to set him free, he’d still wound up in my father’s clutches...

“I would never tell him.”

“Hos before bros.

I lik...

But anyway, Gen will g...

Couples,...

She was pretty and infinitely cooler than me.

“I’ve got a fast car and no sense of self-preservation.

Say the word and I’ll get ye out of here.”

“I’ve known Arran since I was six, and he’s the best.

Shade, I’m on the fence about.

Arran trusts him, but we’ve already established h...

“I’d say that was the first time kidnapping ever worked for all parties, but Gen arrived at my house with Arran in much the same way.

If this is modern-day dating, maybe I should be the one laying traps and readying the duct tape.”

Bad boy.

“He’s dead, and I wipe away my tears on handfuls of his cash while living in his stately home, so who’s laughing now?”

“But without their fuck-ups, we wouldn’t be here.”

“Do whatever ye want to me in my sleep.”

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

Those words, gifted with a smile, haunted me.

I tugged on my Prince Albert piercing, imagining her tongue sliding around it.

“Spy, detective, stalker, the CEO of all things feral and chaotic.

I’ll get business cards made.”

Out in the night, I was in my element.

Arran had given me the nickname ‘Shade’ based on my preference for lurking at the back, being the watcher from the shadows.

I knew how to use them and how to stay...

I wanted to feel how wet she got watching a gang of men chase down then fuck a group of willing women.

They’d fight then fuck, just like us.

Usually, I didn’t watch, but this time I’d ma...

Drew my gaze around to be sure I had everyone’s attention.

“Listen up,”

I sho...

Then I turned us to show Eve...

“...

Do ye he...