Dirty Like Seth (Dirty, #3)

by Jaine Diamond

In my mind, forgiveness implied that you were better than someone else, that they were seeking some kind of absolution from you. And that felt all wrong to me. I didn’t want to have that kind of power over anyone.

We’d all made mistakes. We were all entitled to carry on, to make mistakes again, to do our best. To be human.

And to be loved for who I really was. That meant accepting other people as they really were, too.

All you need is a man who wants to be your man, and wants it hard. Not a man who wants you to be something you’re not. Not a man who wants you hanging on the line, adoring him, for his own shits and giggles. You need a man who wants to be Elle’s

man, period. Who’ll do whatever it takes to be your man. No more games. No more bullshit. It’s time for the real deal.”

“Give it to me.” He did. He gave it to me deep… thorough and slow. He was watching my face, my lips, parted and trembling as I breathed… my eyes, drifting closed and open as I rode the sensations… being filled by him, over and again…

We weren’t supposed to fall for each other… but we were. We both knew we were. I was falling for Seth Brothers, and he was falling for me… hard and fast.

Zane’s mouth dropped open, as it all came together in his head… And rendering Zane

Traynor speechless was a fucking feat.

the addict’s ability to stay clean depended almost entirely on their motivation to do so.

“Because,” he said, sliding his hands up to cup my face, “when I’m with you, I feel like myself. And somehow, when you look at me, I know that man is enough.”