Deeper Than Love (The Berotte Family, #2)

by Monica Walters

She’d torn her fucking drawz with me.

At noon on Friday, that office could kiss my ass.

I could see the sweat glistening on her breasts. If I didn’t wanna lick that shit off, my name wasn’t Axton.

“Mimi was my everything. I was her everything too. Although she can’t confirm this, I know I was her favorite grandchild.”

“Axton, you so fucking nasty!” “Mm hmm. So are you.”

He flipped me over to my stomach and hit me with back shots that were sure to have me wearing a back brace tomorrow.

I hated anal penetration… normally.

“Axton?” “Yeah?” “How is this gonna work with me in Beaumont and you in Houston?” “By any means necessary.”

I wanted her to understand that, as her man, she was about to experience a different beast.

I couldn’t express just how excited I was without looking soft and shit, but on the inside, I was doing a body roll.

When she sucked my dick, I fell in love. I now knew what it felt like to have my damn soul sucked out of me. I wanted to scream like a bitch, and that shit had never happened.