Powerless (Chestnut Springs, #3)

by Elsie Silver

He doesn’t kiss me like a friend. He kisses me back with equal fervor. He kisses me like he wants to consume me. And he does.

“Times have changed, Sloane. I’m not scared anymore. You’re not my fucking friend. You’re just mine.”

Everyone in my life has treated me like the tiny ballerina inside a jewelry box.

him back inside me. “Eyes on me, honey.”

You can wear someone else’s ring, but we both know you’ve always been mine.”

“Do you know what I don’t like?”

“What?”

“Your last name, Sunny. I really don’t like your last name.”