Challenge (Harris Brothers, #1)

by Amy Daws

Rather than God answering my virginal prayer with a player, the devil answered it with four.

“Lying about your pain number doesn’t make your dick any bigger,” she mumbles under her breath.

“But you’re right, it can’t be here.”

“But it will be me.” My voice is self-assured.

“See? That’s my primary goal every time. When you come…the face you make…the sounds you utter…that is what makes me come.”

“Indie, I hurt you because I was angry. But you hurt me because you don’t care enough. One is certainly worse than the other.”