Addicted After All (Addicted, #5)

by Krista Ritchie

How does this even fucking work? He’s two inches taller than me, and I have no idea who is going to go for it first. I lick my lips nervously, and I wonder if this looks more sexual than anxious. I wipe my mouth with my hand and glance back at Lily. “Don’t look.” God fucking shit. I don’t need her to be aroused from this. She hides her eyes behind her fingers, and I turn back to Connor. Rose has said a few words in French that I can’t understand, but Connor never replies back. I have a feeling it’s because Ryke can understand him. And then Rose huffs and switches to English, “Loren, you look scared. Maybe you should sit down.” Her voice is nicer than usual. I eye Connor. I look scared because your husband is domineering as hell. She suddenly adds, “You’re an antelope and he’s a lion.” I picture a lion chasing an antelope. And killing it for food. My shoulders tense at that truth. “Yeah?” I say to her, looking past Connor at Rose. “Are you an antelope too?” She says, “I’m the same breed as him.” “Toujours,” Connor tells her. I understand the French word because he says it all the time. Always.