Heron Mill (The Blackwell Brothers, #1)

by K.L. Taylor-Lane

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

“Tell me who hit you, little sister.” She drops her gaze. “Nu-uh, eyes on me, baby girl.” Obediently her eyes draw up, I hide my smirk. “Whisper their name into the darkness.”

I want to claw my way inside of him, meld our bodies together, let him consume me until I’m nothing left without him. He makes me want to hurt and to feel and I almost want to die. Let his tongue poison me, fill my veins with something that is all his and his alone.

I’m going to bury myself inside of her so deep she’ll feel me imprinted inside of her for the rest of her fucking existence.

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.

“Say it. Say you want me to ruin you. Tell me you want to hurt. Because you like it. Because I like it. Because it’s wrong. And so are we, baby girl. We’re both so fucking wrong together I don’t ever wanna be fucking right.”