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314 pages, ebook
First published January 1, 2018
“He studied me briefly before taking a step back. He swept his eyes over me, fixing his shirt. “You’d let me teach you? Dominate you?” he asked.”
“What do you think of Kelly?" he asked.
"She's pretty," I admitted.
He smirked. "I know." He hung his jacket on the coat rack. "Jealous?”
“I just…I don’t know if I’ll be able to be gentle enough with you, Kandy. I’ll try to be, but if there’s one thing I know about myself, it’s that I like to fuck…. hard.”
“For me, the taste of his mouth would never be erased. Everything about him was engraved in me, seared deep, and soaked in my blood cells—his touch, his smell, even the taste of his cum.”
“Cane’s tongue rolled over his bottom lip as he studied me. His eyes were smoldering and hungry. It was a short look. A fleeting glance.”
"Despite the right and the wrongs.
Despite my age and naivety.
I saw in his eyes the same look I'd seen the night he finger-fucked me.
Hunger. Lust. Confusion.
Even though I knew the consequences—feared knowing my father could find out how I felt about Cane and what I wanted him to do to me—I was tempted to make him sin all over again..."
❛We were best when we were alone. Just us. Uninterrupted.❜
"Cane was mine, whether he knew it or not. He was always going to be mine. I just wished I could tell him."
"Being with you is fucked up, we both know that, but...it feels so fucking right. And sometimes I hate how right it feels. If it felt wrong, it'd be much easier to let go. End it."
"Don't be greedy," I crooned. "Savor it. Enjoy it. Feel me."
Kissing her felt like I was both drowning and breathing at the same time.
Wanting you is a beautiful challenge, Kandy Cane, and though it’s complicated, I don’t want to figure this one out anytime soon.
“Kissing her felt like I was both drowning and breathing at the same time. How was that even possible? How could she give me life and damn near kill me at the same time?”
“I would be broken without him. Something would be missing – a piece of myself would be forever lost unless we connected again.”
“If you really want me,” he continued, “kneel for me. Right now.”