Savage Bonds (The Bonds That Tie, #2)

by J. Bree

Nox cuts him off. "She's more than just a fucking Gifted, that's what I'm trying to say. She didn't just heal us enough to survive, she fixed everything. Everything! My fingers are straight again, Gabe. She fixed an injury that happened twenty fucking years ago."

“Well, right now, all I can think about is ripping that dress to shreds and pressing you into this wall so hard that you can barely breathe and then watch you squirm on my cock. While you were working, I wanted to bend you over the front counter and eat you out, just to make sure everyone there knew you were mine.

“You are so pretty, thank you for helping out. Don’t nip at your brother, he’s my favorite, but you can be my favorite too,

you want? Oh, belly rubs too? Okay, you can have belly rubs too.”

“What, and I cannot stress this enough, the fuck is happening right now?” Gabe mutters in absolute horror.

I wave a hand back at him. “Yeah, because Sharpe threatened North! That’s not killing someone, that’s taking out the trash.”

This is all mine. Mine. He’s mine; his room, his bed, all of it belongs to me. I’m going to find this woman and I will bleed her out, present her lifeless body to my Bond, and show him what happens to anyone who touches what is mine.

“Mine.” My words break his stillness, his hand dropping the towel as he charges at me in one go, taking me down onto the bed so he’s pinning me there.

I thought that seeing Silas Davies again, the man responsible for all of my torture and degradation at the hands of the Resistance, would be the greatest punch in the gut possible... and it is bad.

But finding Atlas’ father standing next to him is worse.