Through the Dust (Black Springs Ranch, #2)

by Amber Palmer

“You know, if you really want to keep me quiet, you could give me something to fill my mouth with and shut me up. It’s worked for others in the past.”

“Bad girls don’t get to come, killer,” he muttered. “And from where I stand, you look like a naughty girl.” “I guess you’ll have to punish me instead. Really make sure I learn my lesson.” He cocked his head to the side. “Is that what you want? To be taught a lesson? For me to tell you what a needy little whore you are?” “Yes, daddy,” I breathed.

“You just feel too good, sweetheart. Too fucking good. Goddamn, I could live here forever. Could end the day with my cock lodged inside this tight little cunt, and start the morning with your pathetic little whimpers as I fuck you awake.”

“You had a crush on me?” “Mmhm,” I said, shifting in his arms. “For a long time, honestly. It’s kinda embarrassing.” “We need to have a discussion about your horrible taste in men,”

“I don’t care how you process, baby. I just care that you're mine at the end of the day.”

“I think you’ll find that there isn’t much I wouldn’t do when it comes to you. I’m in the palm of your hand, sweetheart,” he said, pressing a kiss to the center. “Don’t crush me.”

“Who are you, and what have you done with Bishop Bryant?” “Dunno,” I said, ducking my head so I didn’t have to look at her. “Heard he went and fell in love.”