READ AN EXCERPT BELOW
She hated me… but I took her anyway. Nothing would stop me from claiming what’s mine.
~ check prices before you buy ~
“Is this your choice, then?” Coulter asked.
Taking a leap into the darkness, I leaned forward to kiss him, then Bourbon.
“Yes.” I nodded. I was certain now, determined to take this step forward, even if it was the worst mistake of my life. “Yes, this is my choice.”
Gripping my side, Bourbon yanked me to him, crashing his mouth down on mine, kissing me like a man who faced death too often in his life and stared it straight in the eyes.
Kissing me like a man who knew exactly what he wanted in life and that thing was me.
His kiss was all consuming, infused with a passion I didn’t know existed in his world.
It demanded control, demanded my obedience.
And I gave it to him, leaning against him, opening my mouth to his kiss, my heart to his punishing grip.
At my submission, Bourbon let out a guttural noise, but his hand fisted in my hair, and I caught my breath at the pain of it.
He pulled back, so abruptly that I would’ve fallen forward if it hadn’t been for his hand, holding me still.
His gaze burned into me, revealing ferocity and vehemence. I was wrong before. I hadn’t seen everything before, but I was seeing it now. He craved me, my body, my heart, and he was going to take it with the force of his might.
He looked over my shoulder at Coulter and they exchanged unspoken words, communication that could only come from men who’d known each other for a long time.
Men who were brothers in every sense of the word, having lived together for years, having loved and protected each other from the sadistic world they existed in.
They each gave a short nod; there was an agreement between them.
Within seconds I was pressed between both bodies, with Bourbon at my front and Coulter at my back.
Within seconds I was pressed between both bodies, with Bourbon at my front and Coulter at my back.
Coulter’s knuckle tracked up my spine, his lips coming down to kiss my shoulder. The sensation was soft and sweet, gentle, and it made the hair on the back of my neck stand on end.
I closed my eyes, reveling in the feeling. Was this what is was like to be truly loved by Coulter?
Was he kind and sweet? Gentle?
Bourbon’s fingers touched my cheekbone. I opened my eyes to stare up into his piercing gaze. His eyes roamed over my face with an awed look, like he was completely and utterly transfixed by someone like me.
Rapunzel.
The girl with the magic hair trapped in the tower. Except there was no magic. I didn’t have anything special about me. And yet, the look in Bourbon’s piercing eyes, the soft gentle press of Coulter at my back and neck, told me they wanted so much more.
