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

by Gemma Weir

“You’re a firecracker aren’t you, little Peaches. The way you’re looking at me, it’s like you want to kill me and fuck me all at the same time. Maybe that’s the plan. Maybe that wet cunt of yours will end up being poisonous like the apple in the garden of Eden. Are you the test, baby, are you the ultimate temptation?” he asks quietly, his voice rough and low.

‘My sleep was plagued with you, and all the ways I’d fuck you, all the ways I could use you like a fuck toy.’ I

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.”