More on this book
Kindle Notes & Highlights
“She’s mine,” he said softly. This time there was a wealth of expression in his voice. Possession. An underlying anger.
Amanda and 3 other people liked this
The dark lashes served to play up the brilliant green color of her eyes so that all a man could think about was staring into them when he was deep inside of her, watching her as he gave her orgasm after orgasm.
“I don’t fight for fun, Wyatt. These boys pull a knife and they’re going down.”
that Trap could use such a mild, obviously half-listening voice, and yet sound menacing. Not sound. Feel. Trap always felt dangerous.
You want to flirt, you can damn well flirt with me. You
want to get laid, I’m your man. You’re going to get someone killed.
I’ll take my time with you. I’ll make you feel better than you’ve ever felt in your life.
When I’m inside you, baby, you’re going to fly. No cage for either of us. Ever. You’re mine, and no matter who comes at you, I’ll fucking kill them before they get to you. That’s a promise. Now get away from those two.
“Let her go,” Trap said softly. Too softly. “She’s mine. You touch her again and you’re a dead man.”
Are your panties wet yet? You’re so fucking beautiful and you taste so good I want to spend all night eating you.
One moment. That’s all we get. Then we’re done, Trap.
She wanted to have him like this, hot and wild and belonging only to her.
“Don’t ever tell me you don’t belong to me, Cayenne, because you do. You know you do.”
I waited to claim you, tried to talk myself out of it to protect you, but I’m too fucking weak to give you up.”
“Baby.” He said it softly. “I can’t breathe right now.” “Then kiss me and I’ll breathe for you,” she whispered back.
She was cool. He was hot. His mouth melted her as he took possession, his tongue stroking along hers.
