Master of Salt & Bones

by Keri Lake

“You’re my curse. Staying away from you, is like trying to hold my breath when the tide is rising.” His words dance around my head, the deep timbre of his voice titillating my senses. “I want to drown in you.”

Every waking thought is wrapped around this girl, strangling my opposition, begging me for one taste. One touch. I want the forbidden. I want the one thing that irritates me more than anything. The one thing I shouldn’t want. Isa.

“You feel that? Weeks of pent-up torment, all for you. Wear it like a fucking crown, because no other woman has made me come so much in my life.”

“Where are we going?” I ask, out of breath. “I’m going to get you clean, and then I’m going to fuck you again.” His comment tugs a weak chuckle from my chest, as I rest my head against his shoulder. “You find that amusing?” “I find that amazing.”

Chuckling, I shake my

head. “I never know whether to slap you, or kiss you, Lucian. It’s the most confusing feeling in the world.” Eyes on the road, he sets his hand on my thigh in a possessive way. “Nobody fucks with you when you’re with me. Ever.” The Devil of Bonesalt. The Mad Son. The monster of Tempest Cove. Not even.