Filthy (The Five Points' Mob Collection, #1)

by Serena Akeroyd

“I give you pleasure,”

“I want your fire, my beauty,” he told me,

“That’s mine to bite, not yours.”

“Salty, I guess. A little sweet. Clean.” “Wrong,” I informed her. “You taste like mine.”

“The air I breathe,” I whispered as those slender fingers gripped me, “belongs to you.”