The Maddest Obsession (Made, #2)

by Danielle Lori

“I could run, you know,” I said, planning to do no such thing. “Try it.” It was a dare and a warning. A cold shiver erupted at the base of my spine. “Would you feel good about yourself? Catching a girl half your size?” “Yes.”

Jesus christ is it just me or is it hot in here

“It means ruler of men.”

Ok so im obsessed

“You don’t seem to have the same opinion regarding . . . other parts of a woman’s anatomy.” I laughed. I wouldn’t have a problem with any part of a certain woman’s anatomy. Truthfully, I’d let her spit in my goddamn mouth.

SHEESH

Bitter amusement filled me. She was put on this earth to aggravate me, to humble me. I didn’t know a single damn man who wished to be humbled.

My eyes coasted over the emergency contraceptives, and I grabbed one to read the information on the back. My hand was shaking. Fucking ridiculous. You’d think I’d just lost my virginity.

HAHAHAHA

“So, what if he is? Everybody needs something to get them through life.” “Right. Must have forgotten I was talking to Miss Blow International.”

Stop why is he funny

As we passed a potted tree in the lobby, I pushed him into it. He hadn’t been expecting it—he actually took a step to the side. Satisfaction filled me at the giant leaf that had the audacity to smack him in the head.

I grinned. “Oh, you made it just in time for the party! I was just about to let the male hooker out of the closet.”

I joked about taking a selfie and wondering if he’d even show up in the picture. He told me he showed up just fine while fucking me in front of the bathroom mirror.

OOP

“What are you doing?” she asked, as I got into bed with her and pulled her back against my chest. “Sleeping.” “Here?” She sounded terrified. “Yes. Now, be quiet. I’m tired.” I’d never done this in my life. Wouldn’t be able to sleep a fucking wink.

Amusement filled his gaze at my moody expression. I narrowed my eyes further. “Since all your other women must have been too scared to inform you, I will. There’s an unwritten rule—nobody starts the blender until the sun rises, and even then, if it’s not margaritas, other conditions apply. Like green, Christian. Liquids should never be green.” “You have never looked more beautiful than you do right now, malyshka.”

I swallowed. Shifted. “Do you eat?” He raised a brow, consuming that glass of green yuck in one drink. “Like, solids? Or do you blend all the children’s souls beforehand?”

I walked around the island. “You’re not feeling light-headed when you look at me, are you? Or maybe warmer than usual?” I put the back of my hand to his forehead, as if I was checking for a fever. “What about your heart? Has it started beating?” He was amused. “Actually, I have been feeling a bit different.” My eyes widened in alarm. Then, he grabbed my hand and pressed it against his hard-on.

This guy is fucking hilarious

“Tough shit. If I’d asked my wife to marry me, she would have said no. So, guess what? I didn’t fucking ask her.”

I love a stubborn woman