Wrath (Sinful Secrets, #4)

by Ella James

chair’s back and close my eyes, remembering when I learned to crochet.

“Did you want me to unwrap it?” I bug out my eyes like wtf, and he grins so big his cheeks round out.

“Nothing like a good, solid tragedy.”

Oh no

"Can you take your pants down outside and let me blow you? I won't smear it on your abs. I'll swallow every…fucking…drop." He kisses me between each word.

"I'd want anything you gave me, Miller."

“Now that I got off that stuff, my dick is stuck in overdrive. I have to jerk off like five times a day. Always to you. You’re the only thing that makes me feel good. You want to be that? Alpha and omega for me?”

I didn’t even notice the beauty last time I was here.

“Don’t leave me again.” I nod, and for a second I can’t find my voice. When I do, I sit up, so I can look at him when I promise, “I won’t.”

I just found you. I'm not letting go yet.

“I’ll tell you because you’re Ezra and I’m Josh. Like peanut butter and jelly. Or…I don’t know—popcorn and butter.”

"It's a fucked up story, Miller. But it looks like we're together at the end."

“You want to come out in the New York Times?”