Heron Mill (The Blackwell Brothers, #1)

by K.L. Taylor-Lane

Obsession latches its filthy claws beneath my flesh and hooks in deep. A new sort of darkness rushing through my veins, depravity and madness weaving their way together and forcing themselves into my very bones. I smile. This girl is going to be my undoing.

“Your eyes are so beautiful,” my stranger tells me, but he doesn’t smile. “They’re wasted locked on the ground,”

Her fingers suddenly fisting in my hair, twisting the strands, tearing at the root so hard I come. My pulsing cock thrusts against her as I come and come in my tight jeans, and it feels like it’ll never fucking end as her nails scrape against my scalp.

“What do you sound like when you’re not gasping in my ear, baby girl?”

I just had my first kiss and I know that I’ll never attempt to kiss anyone else ever again. No one but her.

I curl my arms beneath her legs, holding onto her like I’ll never let her go. And I won’t. Not just in this moment, but from here on out this girl is fucking mine.

She looks at me like I hung the moon. And in this moment, I know I’d tear it from the fucking sky for her if she wanted me to. Fuck the rest of the world. Let it descend into chaos around us. I’m going to give this delicately, unusual girl every fucking thing she ever wanted and everything she didn’t know she did.

“But I won’t let them, baby girl. I won’t let anyone fucking near you ever a-fucking-gain. I’ll kill anyone that even thinks about looking at you. You’re mine now and I’m never going to let anything get to you ever again. I swear it. I’ll die before I do. For you, Grace, you mean everything to me.”

“You and I, we belong in the dark. We’re safest in the shadows, baby girl.”