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“If she brings in one more goddamn guy, I’m gutting him like a pig, onsite,” Griggs grumbles.
“You want to suck someone’s cock? Get on your knees and choke on mine. It will be the only goddamn cock you’ll feel down your throat.”
Goddamnit. He has no right to be this fucking pretty. I don’t know how I never really saw it before, but Liam is so fucking pretty. And, no, that’s not me just saying it because he easily has the most talented mouth I’ve experienced. Ever. Sorry, princess.
“I’m never gonna stop. This asshole is mine, you hear me? I’ll lick it, finger it, or fuck it anytime I goddamn please.”
“Just be my good boy. Can you do that for me?” I ask.
“You’re mine, alright? Mine and Skyla’s. I won’t share you with anyone, so you can fucking forget it.”
“Babygirl, you’re the filling to our sandwich. You aren’t allowed to miss out.”
“Shut up and choke on my cock,”
It was bad enough when she had two boyfriends and a fiancé she couldn’t stand. Now she has three boyfriends, a husband that she supposedly loves, and Wesley.
Skyla Parris is my goddamn religion. From now until the end of my days, I’ll happily kneel at her altar, worship her feet and taste her blood.
I don’t have comforting words. I’m not an emotional, touchy-feely kind of guy. That’s more Liam or Ronan’s department. Need me to dismember a body twenty-three different ways? Want me to skin someone alive and turn their skin into jerky for the pig farm I frequent? I’m your guy. This…stuff, I’m no good at.
“I’m gonna take a page out of Skyla’s book and say, why choose?”
“I was warming up to you, Putnam, but then you go and do something stupid like speak.”
