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He doesn’t realize that pressing his lips to mine gave me every right to figure out where he lived, every right to track him down.
Every right to do whatever I wanted
I want to make Zander Braithe beg for me, get on his knees for me. I want him needy and whining and an absolute slut for me. The problem is, once I want something, I can’t let it go until I have it. People might call me obsessed—I would say determined. People might say I’m a sociopath—I just say I’m a man who knows what he wants and what he likes.
“You know what I think? I think you were in here with your hand down your pants, thinking about what it felt like to have my tongue in your mouth.” I lean in, dropping my voice to a husky whisper as I press my lips against his ear. “I think you were in here wishing I’d show up and put you on your knees, feed you my cock till you were choking on it. I think, Dimples, that you kissed the big bad quarterback you hate so much and realized you wanted more
“I told you, Dimples. You’re going to beg for it… and when you’re a good boy, I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll be ruined.
I’m going to fuck you until you’re wrecked for anybody but me.”
Kerian grabs me by the shoulders and pushes me against the wall, his blue eyes burning with anger and… something else. “God damn it, Zander. I never said I was done. I’m not trying to treat you like shit. I was trying to figure out how to tell you I fucking love you

