Fu*kboys in Flannel (Ravens of Hollow Hill #1)

by Rory Ireland

If they want to burn Hollow Hill to the ground by making me choose which one of them gets to ruin my life. I’ll bring the fucking matches.

“If I was gonna be into dick, it wouldn’t be yours. I’d rather fuck pretty boy than touch you. Your dick is wrapped in crazy and dipped in deceit.”

“Of course you’d choose Remington. I’m happy to let you and Remy live in domestic bliss and I’ll take Tessa as she’s rightfully mine. I claimed her for my own first.” I state unequivocally.

You are born a Raven and you will die a Raven. There is no escaping the Ravens of Hollow Hill.

“Because I can. Because I want to. Just because I treat you like a whore when I fuck you doesn’t mean you are one. You know that. Just let me take care of you.

“I always stare at you. You just tend to not notice until I’m naked and hovering above you. I like pretty things, and you’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever had my hands on.”

“You let me fuck you on my bike and I’ll die a happy man. My bike is stunning but we both know my obsession with you cannot be replicated.”

“Open those eyes, spitfire. We want you to remember the one and only time a Raven has ever bent to your will. We’ll give you whatever you want because you’re ours now. Ours to toy with. Ours to take care of. Ours to fuck. Ours to love.”