“His fucking loss if he doesn’t want to have me,” she whispered, licking her lips as she searched my face. Have her. That’s what I fucking wanted. I wanted to possess her and be possessed by her. Our lips came together once more, but this melding felt different. Her tongue slid over mine in a tangled mess, and a sense of desperation sent us over the edge into oblivion. Fuck. I was obsessed with my brother’s wife.
