Blissful Masquerade (Ruthless Desires, #1)

by Elira Firethorn

if he puts me in even the mildest of reading slumps, I’ll fucking kill him.

I swear, good men only exist in books. Specifically, books written by women.

“She can recite historical facts in her sleep, but try to make a joke around her? It’ll go right over her head.”

This is so me lol

“I hope you find some time to read this week, Wren. I know it makes you happy.”

Because that was exactly my plan—have fun tonight, go home alone, and fall into bed.

“Raise your hips for me.”

“I want you to touch yourself. Show me what you like.”

“Spread your legs for me, love. Let me see.”

“Good girl.”

While one of his arms is wrapped around my waist, his free hand cradles my face like I’m the most precious thing in the world.

I barely notice one of them—probably Elliot—grabbing a couple of pillows, or how he lifts my hips and slides them underneath me.

“We’re both going to fill you, and you’re going to take it like the good little slut you are.”

I don’t think I’ll ever get you out, so here I am. I’m fucking facing my fears, Elliot. So why can’t you?”

“Jesus,” Oliver mutters. “You can reason with this fuckwit? Shit. Now we’re never letting you go.”

And, come to think of it, I know embarrassingly little about women’s menstrual cycles.