Too Much (Hayes Brothers #1)

by I.A. Dice

He closes his fingers around the column of her throat, backing her against the wall, and cuffs her wrists, holding them far above her head. His other hand digs into her hip, knuckles white with the effort for a second before he traces the curve of her waist, and stops on her ribcage, thumb under her breast. He dips his head, mouth below her ear, teeth grazing the soft skin. “On. Your. Knees,” he orders, each word quieter but more powerful than the last. His hold on her wrists loosens as if he expects her to obey.

“You don’t know me very well, so let me give you a quick rundown. I’m not a slut, and I don’t let people walk all over me as they please. Have some dignity. Learn to lose like the adult you claim to be.”

Ask how much you owe me for the pizza, and I’ll cover your pretty face with a pillow while you sleep and watch you take your last breath.”

game. “Do you know the difference between don’t stop and keep going?” His darkening eyes, brimming with warmth, spell out mischief. God, it’s good to know I’m getting to him. “Keep going is an encouragement for the guy who can’t find the right spot. Don’t stop is praise for the guy who knows exactly where that spot is.” He runs his hand down my side, stopping on my hip. “Do you know the difference between hold it and hold on?”

I licked you. You’re mine.”

“Lunch? Baby, if you’re hungry... eat me.”

I’m whipped and not afraid to admit it. To myself... in my head.

How long does it take to check an hour of footage? Shouldn’t it take like one fucking hour?