Craving The Wrong Brother
“And since what I want at the moment is you, you better hope that wedding takes place. There's nothing I want more than to tie you up and bury myself so deep inside you that you’d blackout.”
I swear my legs are about to give out. My skin is burning, my pulse hammering in my throat. I've never felt this kind of animal attraction before—this raw, primal need that overpowers reason, morality, loyalty. It's nothing like the sweet ache I feel for Finn. This is something darker, more dangerous, and infinitely more terrifying.
"Get away from me," I whisper.
"Take the deal, Sloane."
I'm trembling. My brain is screaming run, but my body is leaning into him like a traitorous little bitch.