When She Falls (The Fallen, #3)

by Gabrielle Sands

Gentlemen don’t look at engaged women the way I look at Gemma Garzolo.

“Is that how you talk around your father?” “You’re not my father.” “No, but I’ve been called daddy on occasion.”

Because the truth is, he nailed something on the head. I don’t know if the fire is real. All I know is that it only really started to come out after I met him.

“Since you seem so fucking good at bending to your parents’ will, let’s see how well you bend to mine.”

If she was engaged to me, I wouldn’t squander a single second. She’d be glued to my side. If she wanted to eat, I’d feed her. If she wanted to sit, it would be on my lap. If she wanted to shower, I’d wash every inch of that perfect skin and then dirty her up again.

“I don’t want to be your first, Peaches. I want to be your last. And I don’t want your fucking virginity. I just want you.”