Gleam (The Plated Prisoner, #3)

by Raven Kennedy

But hearing that he left my bed to visit hers doesn’t make me feel jealous right now. Instead, I’m just disgusted by him. I was obviously very good at lying to myself, because there’s no other way I could’ve convinced myself that he loved me. We tell ourselves twisted lies to tangle around our wicked truths, all so that we can get caught up in the bind and not have to face bare regrets.

Why is it that a man can make you feel like nothing, when you have given him everything?

“I need to catch my breath,” she says, pulling away again to pant against my neck. “I get your breaths right now.”

“You’re already wet for me,” I say against her lips before I kiss my way down her throat. I want to take her. Hard, slow, fast, lying down, against a wall, I don’t fucking care. I just want to make her mine.