Page 164 of Exes and Oh Hell No

His growl is pure sin.

His kiss is hot, punishing.

Rough and possessive.

I moan into his mouth, desperate for more.

Wanting this.

Wantinghim.

My lips are gonna be bruised.

But I don’t care.

I just want everything he’ll give me.

He shoves away from me, chest heaving.

His fingers grip the steering wheel as he stares straight ahead.

I blink, wondering what the hell is about to happen.

He springs into action, reaching over and grabbing the seatbelt.

He snaps it into place while I sit frozen in the seat.

“I’m taking you home.” His eyes are dark.

Dangerous.

Deadly.

A cruel, twisted smile curls his lips. “Where I’m going to fuck the hell out of you.”

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The second I get Harper in the house, I don’t even turn on the lights.

I just carry her over my shoulder, rage and desire burning through my body.

I’m fucking ready to combust.

I feel her all over me as I move.

Her breath is shaky and uneven.

Her pulse hammers in her throat.

Her body is tense from anticipation, ready for me.

Or so she thinks.

I toss her onto the bed, then hit the lamp, letting her see the monster she created.

I toe my shoes off, then rip my shirt overhead.

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