Only With You (The Knights, #2)

by E. Salvador

I drop the box cutter, letting it clang against the counter. “I see you’re still a piece of shit.” “And you’re still a bitch,” he counters. “Almost four years, and that still hasn’t changed. At least you’re consistent.” “Fuck—” “You.” He finishes for me and levels me with a blank stare, letting me know my counter is lame.

“You’re either really fascinated with my throat, my chain, or both?” He tilts his head to the other side, eyeing me inquisitively. I almost laugh, but glare at him instead.

“Anyway, the bet. They don’t think we’ll make it very far.” “They don’t, but we’ll prove them wrong.” “We will, won’t we?” A demure smile graces her face, but it’s shy and so unlike her. I like it.

“I want you, Julianna. I’m desperate for you.” There are a lot of things that have shocked me tonight, but hearing those gruff words leave his lips and the desperation that seeps from them stuns me. Landon is many things, but a liar is not one of them.

“How fucking obedient.” Desire lurks deep in his words, and I feel them encase my body. “This is all it took for you to listen to me? To get you to shut up? Who would have thought that Julianna Sparks would be this easy?”

Landon Taylor: Why are you like this? Me: Like what? Hot, smart, gorgeous, devastatingly beautiful? Landon Taylor: That you are.

Me: You really watched the game? I thought you hated basketball? Angel: I’ve never understood the game and then there was you. I didn’t like you. Me: So you like me now? Angel: That’s a bit of a stretch. I tolerate you. Me: You seem to do more than tolerate me when I’m fucking you. Angel: Only because, and it pains me to admit this, but you give great orgasms.

“Jesus Christ, Julianna.” She looks at me innocently. “I didn’t do anything. Just light choking. I didn’t know it’d turn you on.” “Well, neither did I,” I gruffly say, dragging my fingers through my hair. “Wait, so you’re telling me I’m your first?” She smiles and looks a little too proud.