Year Three (Kingmakers, #3)

by Sophie Lark

Dean seizes me by the back of the neck and kisses me hard. I taste the blood on his lip, like salt and iron.

“We don’t have to fight, little kitten,” he says. His voice is smoother than melted butter. “If you’re an obedient pet, I could be a very kind master . . .”

But I feel a deep and intense pleasure as Dean growls, “Good girl.”

I’ve always been a good girl, eager to please . . . Maybe I needed a master all along .

We’ve kissed a thousand times in sex. But never once like this, out in the open . . . as two people, falling in love.

“I’m jealous,” I say, seizing her arm and pulling her close. “Any time anyone looks at you, or speaks to you, I’m jealous. I want all your minutes, and all your words. I want all of you, all the time.”