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262 pages, Kindle Edition
First published July 12, 2018
“He’s so big that I swear I feel his dick touching my lungs.”
“His cock is hard, I don’t need to undress him to know that. It’s barely contained by the boxer briefs he’s wearing.”
When it comes to men like Loren, mysterious and dangerous, I’d have to accept that love and fear come in one shiny, fucked up package.Lorenzo is connected to Cat in a way she never expects. In a way I never expected. I loved the lies, deceit, twists, and turns. I especially loved Loren. He was the best kind of alpha male. Protective, yet kind. Snarky, yet swoony. I adored him. Catalina and Loren make a great pair. Even though their relationship is complicated.
"I won’t survive you, Little Red.”
"We’re only here for a moment. Might as well make it a good one.”
I stare at this infuriating, gorgeous man. This liar, thief of a man, because that’s what he’s done. He’s stolen my senses entirely.
Some men pretend they want control. They play with handcuffs and floggers and remind you continuously that you’re theirs. Men like Loren don’t need to play games to remind you that you’re at their mercy.
He silences me with a kiss. It’s not a soft kiss that’s asking for anything, but a hard, demanding kiss. One that speaks of a loyalty I haven’t asked for, blood that hasn’t yet spilled.
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“He grabs a fistful of my hair hard, until tears spring to my eyes.”
“To get out of here. I wanted it to be you,” he says. “But Tabby was pregnant—”
“Tabatha and I grew up together. She was Loren’s girlfriend but even then I was in love with her. You were fine, you were perfect,” he says, and I believe him. I can still see the truth in those hard, cold eyes. “But she was . . . everything.”
“I’m addicted to watching you dance. Or maybe it’s just you I’m addicted to.”
I wasn’t trying to keep her in a glass jar. I was just trying to keep her—period.