Make Me (The Fox Family Crime Syndicate, #1)

by Summer O'Toole

Only that isn’t really true, though, is it? I can’t steal something that’s already mine.

She spits in my face, and while I wipe it off, my brain empties of every single thought except one: I think I fucking love this woman.

“Because I chose to protect you over family—the previous most important thing to me—the Bratva will now be after you. They think I took someone precious from them, and now they will try to take someone precious from me.” “So, what now? I’m just going to be locked up in here with you like some princess in a tower.” “No, baby. You’re a queen.”

“We’re endgame, baby, and if you don’t see that, you better put that bullet in my head right now because I’m gonna ruin all other men for you when I worship every inch of your body.”

“You belong to me as surely as the heart that beats in this chest belongs to me.”

I’m not a religious man, but goddamn if she didn’t make me want to drop to my knees in worship.

“You fucking roll your eyes at me again, I’ll take you across my knee and turn your sweet ass bright red. And you know I’ll enjoy every second of it, so go ahead. Call my bluff, baby.”

“You’re mine, Harlow. My woman, my property, my queen, my fucking whore, if I so choose.”

“You’re in my fucking veins, Harlow.”

“There’s nothing holy about you, Cash Fox.” Her taunting use of my full name makes my cock jump in my matching black slacks. “Except for when I’m making you see God. What would you call that if not holy?”

As I’ve said before, I don’t take orders from anyone. But for her, I fall in line like a foot soldier to his queen.

“You said there was nothing holy about me, but being inside you is fucking heaven.”

“You’re the blood that pumps in my veins, the pulse of my heart, and I am forever yours.”