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624 pages, Paperback
First published June 4, 2024
"I hated this male. Hated him with every fiber of my being. But curse me, I wanted him just as bad."
“Pants and a shirt,� I said dryly. “And a pair of boots with really good soles. Do you have any idea what those boots cost me?�
“Let me guess. Your virginity.�
“Fuck you, Fisher.�
“Sure.� He smirked. “But I'm afraid I don't have any new boots to trade you for your time.�
“Maybe the issue is that you asked me a question about my cock like a hungry little bitch in heat and didn't ask me something that mattered.� Gods, but he kept surprising me."
"My jaw was screaming, I was clenching my teeth so hard.
“FܳЯdz—�
“There you go again. Hungry, needy little bitch in heat, begging to be fucked...� he taunted.
“Let. Go!�
“LIIIIISTENNN!!� Kingfisher's roar snatched my breath away."
"I wouldn't fuck you - if you were the last living -"
"Don't bother." The words held bite. "Lying is pointless with your heart betraying you so loudly."
"It's beating fast because I'm afraid," I snapped.
"Of me?" Kingfisher huffed a blast of laughter down his nose. "No, you're not. You should be, but you're not. That's one of the things I like most about you. . . You want to touch me the way I'm touching you, don't you? To feel the weight of me beneath your palms. The heat of me . . ."
"You're wrong."
He shook his head. "I'm not. . . I can smell you, Little Osha, and I'm thinking about drinking the sweet nectar you're making for me straight from the fucking cup."
❝𝐼� 𝒹𝑜𝑒𝓈𝓃’� 𝓂𝒶𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝓇𝑜𝓌𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓅𝓈 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓅𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇. 𝐸𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝑜𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓇𝒾𝑜𝓇’� 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓀. 𝐻𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓁 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒 𝒸𝓇𝓊𝓈𝒽𝑒𝒹.�
❝𝒜𝒷𝑜𝓋� 𝒶𝓁𝓁, 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈. 𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝓀𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝓉𝓇𝑜𝓎 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝑔𝒻𝒾𝓈𝒽𝑒𝓇. 𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝑜𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌. 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒻𝒶𝓁𝓉𝑒𝓇. 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒻𝒶𝒸𝑒 𝒾𝓉 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑒.�
❝𝐹𝑜� 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝓁𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓂𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓈, 𝓈𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝓂𝒶𝓎 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝓈.�
� ❝� 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒾𝓉 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝒾𝓈𝒶𝓅𝓅𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓈𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒸𝓇𝑒𝑒𝓅𝓎 𝓅𝑜𝓇𝓉𝒶𝓁 𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒶𝓁,� 𝒞𝒶𝓇𝓇𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝓆𝓊𝒾𝓅𝓅𝑒𝒹, 𝒽𝑜𝒾𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒽𝒾𝓂𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻 𝓊𝓅 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝒾𝓉 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝓃𝒸𝒽. “𝐼𝓉’� 𝒻𝒶𝓈𝒸𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝒶𝓉𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝑜 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝒻𝒶𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓁 𝑔𝓎𝓂𝓃𝒶𝓈𝓉𝒾𝒸𝓈.�
❝”𝒟𝑜𝓃’� 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒮𝓊𝓃𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑒,� 𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑒𝒹.
“𝒲𝒽� 𝓃𝑜𝓉?�
“𝐵𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈� 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝑜𝑜𝓃𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉. 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓈𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓊𝒹𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓈. 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝑒𝓁𝑒𝒸𝓉𝓇𝒾𝒸𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒶𝒾𝓇 𝒷𝑒𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝒶 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓂. 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓂𝑜𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓇𝑜𝓁𝓁𝓈 𝒶𝒸𝓇𝑜𝓈𝓈 𝒶 𝒷𝒶𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒𝒻𝒾𝑒𝓁𝒹 𝒷𝑒𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓀𝒾𝓁𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓈. 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓃𝑜 𝒾𝒹𝑒𝒶 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝒾𝓈. 𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒷𝑒. 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝑀𝒶𝒿𝑒𝓈𝓉𝓎.� �