Franklin (Boston Wolfes, #1)

by Billie Lustig

They say I’m ruthless and severe. That I have no mercy for those who piss me off. It’s true.

I push Nigel against the building, my head moving between the two of them before turning my head back to the brunette. “I think, boys … I’m going to marry her.”

‘Luck is for fools who refuse to put in the hard work. There is no such thing as luck,’

“I’m going to explore every inch of your body, leaving no piece of skin untouched until I find your most responsive spots. The spots that make you come undone with just a single touch, a single kiss, a single stroke of my tongue. I will push your buttons, every single one of them until it feels like torture, and then, only then, will I make you combust in my hands, erasing from your memory every man who came before me.”