Chapters (37)
- Title Page
- Table of Contents
- Dedication
- About This Book
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Epilogue
- About the Author
- Excerpt The Tangle of Awful
“Does it matter?”
“Yes. You can’t keep this all to yourself, sweetheart. I can’t help unless I know.”
“There’s nothing to do.”
His lips thin at my reply. All I want to do is get back to kissing and touching and—
“Sweetheart,” he growls. “Tell me or I’ll spank your pretty little ass for disobeying.”
A thrill shoots through me. As much as I’d love a spanking from him, I’m aching to go back to being his good girl, even if admitting what Levi did to me is painful.
“He, uh, pinned me, shoved his tongue down my throat, and forced his finger inside me.” I shudder at the memory. “And then Darren walked in, stopping it. Levi hasn’t touched me since.”
“My poor, sweet girl,” he croons, peppering kisses on my face. “I’m so fucking sorry.”
A sob claws its way out of me. “I just…hate that he’s the last thing I remember. No matter how hard I tried to erase it and replace it with you, I couldn’t.”
He kisses me deeply. I stiffen when I feel his hand slide down my stomach to the button on my jeans. His thumb runs over my skin just beneath my shirt along the top of my jeans.
“Can I touch you? I want to make you feel good. Give you something good to remember when you’re all alone with your thoughts and memories.”
Could it be that easy for me?
“Y-Yes. I need you, Callum. Only you.”
I gasp as the button on my jeans pops from its hole and he runs the zipper down. Then, his large, masculine hand is sliding into my jeans and under my panties. At first, the feel of a finger touching my pussy has me panicking, but then I ground my thoughts and remind myself it’s wanted. I want Callum to touch me. His finger finds my clit. He’s gentle, slowly massaging it back to life. Fear and apprehension bleed away to desire. His mouth captures mine and he rubs me until I’m dizzy with need.
“I want you to come and then I’m going to slide my dick into your wet, needy pussy. Why, sweetheart? Why am I going to do that?”
“I don’t know,” I say with a moan, unable to think when he’s rubbing me to ecstasy.
“Because you’re mine. Because only I belong inside you. I’m going to come inside you. Fill you up to the brim with me. My cum will run out of you for the rest of the day. It’s all you’ll be able to think about. Is that what you want?”
Callum erasing all the dirty, wrong parts of what Levi did to me? Yes, please.
“I want that,” I whisper. “Please. I need you and only you.”