More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
Does she want a knight in shining armor to sweep her away like a princess in a fairy tale? I can’t be her knight. But I can be her king.
Fox family fun day at the ice cream store?
The weird fluttering feeling low in my stomach—that I’m starting to learn is in fact metaphorical butterflies—happens again. I know this because I googled it to make sure there wasn’t anything medically wrong with me. “Actually, she’s stalking me.”
Only that isn’t really true, though, is it? I can’t steal something that’s already mine.
I grab a beer from the mini fridge and settle in for a few more hours of prime-time television starring Amanda Jones.
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.
Hi, I’m Harlow and I let a psychopathic murderer finger me. And I liked it. Oh, and my best friend? Yeah, she’s one of his victims.
“Did you fucking kidnap me?” One sentence I never thought I’d say. “Think of it as protective custody.” His lip twitches in amusement.
“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.”
I smile into the dark. I don’t take orders from anyone, but if she asked me to crawl and lick her feet, I’d fucking do it.
“You’re mine, Harlow. My woman, my property, my queen, my fucking whore, if I so choose.”
People watch a few episodes of Grey’s Anatomy and think they’re doctors. I’m not surprised she thought she was a full-fledged FBI agent without the badge after the amount of junk she apparently watched.
“A chuisle, I would shoot my own dick off if it meant you were safe,” he says with a lopsided smile. Gruesome, but…kinda sweet?
She has choked on my cock, let me smear my name on her chest with my cum, ground her sopping pussy on my tongue, and yet somehow, this one small kiss is more intimate than it all. There’s no spite, no angst. It’s not even lust. It’s gratitude.
