The Kidnapping of Roan Sinclair

by Ashlyn Drewek

know whenever you get close to me, you can’t keep your hands off of me. I bet you’re hard right now.”

“You can’t help who you love any more than you can help how tall you are or what color your skin is. It’s not a fucking choice, it just is.”

I wasn’t kissing him so much as being kissed, with anger and need and desperation. The hand on my throat slipped around to the back, threading through my hair to cradle the back of my head.

Resting my forehead against his, I closed my eyes, keeping my hands on either side of his face. “I’m not going anywhere, Solnyshko.”

The Wolf was off the leash and those motherfuckers had no idea what hell was coming for them.

Was this really fucking happening right now? Not only were we both alive, miraculously, but Roan used our near-death experience to fucking network?!