Claimed By The Tyrant Brother
he said, almost softly.
“No shit,” I hissed. “It’s ice.”
I clenched my thighs together immediately, trying to suppress the arousal swimming inside of me.
He leaned closer until his lips grazed my ear. “No,” he whispered, “It’s foreplay.”
“I can only love in obsession, Delilah… love that claws, burns, and consumes. It’s the kind that would terrify you if you weren’t already mine. You came back to me yourself, and that sealed it. There’s no escape now—I’ll carve my name into your soul, and show you what my heart was made of… black Now get ready for my punishment..” His voice was a venomous whisper against my ear, crawling under my skin.