Ignite (Beneath the Blaze #2)

by Luna Mason

“Good boy. You’re all done.” I swear he growls under his breath, and I squeeze my thighs.

“Come back to me, trouble. Fuck what Ben said. Fuck anyone who has ever made you doubt yourself. They ain’t worth it. You are so much more than they could ever be. You, Hallie, are a badass. You’re funny. You have impeccable taste in cars. You’re kind and caring. You are drop-dead fucking gorgeous. You made me hard while sticking a needle in my leg. You made me hard when you giggled. Do you need me to continue the list? Or can I just fuckin' kiss you now, for real this time?”

“Get on those knees then, beastie.” Fuck. My heart damn near breaks through my ribs. I hold the counter for support, my thigh screaming, but I don’t care. Not one bit. This injury won’t ruin tonight. I’ll tear it back open before I give this up. She grabs my whiskey and tilts her head back, letting the liquid sit in her mouth. When her fingers run through my hair, my breath catches. But when she yanks my head back and spits that whiskey into my mouth⁠— Holy. Fucking. Shit. The burn of the whiskey hits, but it’s nothing compared to her. “Kiss. Me. Please,”