Brutal Intentions (Brutal Hearts, #1)

by Lilith Vincent

“You’re the pretty one,” he mutters under his breath. A moment later, he shifts on his feet so that his arm is pressed against mine. “You always were.”

That’s right, you gorgeous asshole. Give me a groan for every little thing I do to you.

All I have to do is raise my arms above my head and stretch and she zeros in on the hard line of muscle at my hip that disappears inside my jeans, the adorable little slut. And I mean that as a compliment.

There’s nothing hotter than when a girl abandons all her inhibitions for you.