Owned by the Mountain Man (Montana Mountain Men, #2)

by Gemma Weir

She looks like sin… and I’ve never been a saint.

Just the way he touched me tonight gave me a glimpse of what he’d be like to fuck. His grip on me was firm, almost controlling. He moved me how he wanted me, used me, even as he gave me pleasure, but dominated me without all the cheesy ‘yes sir’ bullshit.

maybe us Barnett’s are only laidback until we meet the right woman, then we become paranoid, over the top cavemen nightmares.

“I’m gonna be so good to you, Peaches,” I tell her, needing to make the promise I’ve already made to myself real.

“I’m falling in love with you. I know it’s fast and intense and scary, but that doesn’t make it any less true. I want now with you, I want tomorrow, next week, next month, next year. I want a lifetime of firsts and lasts and everything in between. I want you, and I can see that you want me too.

I might own you, Cora, but you possess me. Every beat of my heart belongs to you, every rise and fall of my chest. You belong to me, but since we met, I don’t exist without you.”