He kept hold­ing me down with one hand on my hip, and he lifted his other to cup both my tits at once. His hand was that big. Sin­clair let our words sink in, then she took an­other sip. She set the glass down on the cof­fee ta­ble this time, then she looked at me with gen­tle eyes. “What kind of busi­ness do you have?” To be fair, I had no clue what the topic of con­ver­sa­tion was, es­pe­cially when all the sen­tences they spoke didn’t in­clude more than four words each. Look to say this is a book is underlining to say the least. The book was pretty much just smut and if your into that, that’s fine but considering I thought this book a was love story filled with romance, danger, and lust etc, I was completely wrong. It talks about the love interest archer’s job but was only touched on it briefly and it could have been explored in so many ways, I have this feeling that he is in the mafia and runs the whole thing but no no discussion there .

Let Ford taste how sweet you are, kit­ten,” he said, then he lifted his arm and wrapped it around my shoul­ders. They all had dif­fer­ent char­ac­ter­is­tics, were all very busy with work, and it would take me a while to get used to them be­ing around as of­ten as Archer was. Still, I wouldn’t push them away. I ig­nored his words and kept tight­en­ing ev­ery mus­cle in­side of me, know­ing if I held on a lit­tle longer, that cli­max would be in­cred­i­ble.I was some­what in the mid­dle of it. I didn’t for­get about all the pain but I also man­aged to ig­nore the mem­o€?ries. I whim­pered when I felt Archer’s wet fin­gers slide through my slit, cir­cling my ass­hole be­fore push­ing two of them in­side.

I couldn’t read them. They all looked grumpy. One of them seemed an­gry, but mostly, they were all so damn se­ri­ous. Talk­ing about it helped a lot. Should ?ve talked about it the first time it hap­pened, but at four­teen, you don’t talk about the trauma you went through. You keep it in­side of you, tell your­self to be strong, and try to for­get it be­cause life has to go on. I’ve al­ways been very open, let­ting things come to me the way they were, and I never pushed or chased. I gave him a nod, then let him take off my top be­fore he turned me around. He gripped my hips and lifted me as if I was a bag of feath­ers, and he placed me onto the round ta­ble.Ford ca­ressed my right leg from my an­kle to my thigh, and Ren­ner rested my left against his body, with my foot barely reach­ing his chest. All of them were be­ing gen­tle at first, but the more I got used to them touch­ing me, the more they al­lowed them­selves to be rougher. I hate a FMC who has no personality behind them, and Sin is the absolute epitome of one! I was surprised by this (again, even though I read bad romances on purpose, I still have some standards), despite all of the flags being there. I didn't really have an issue with most of the stuff detailed in the tw list at the start, but there definitely should've been a more in-depth warning especially as the FMC literally gets SA'ed.

I moaned loudly as my body jerked. They held me down, wait­ing for Ta­bor to fi­nally un­load in­side of me. My eyes nar­rowed, and an in­ter­est­ing thought crossed my mind. The guys and I had ex­per­i­mented with women be­fore. We had done stuff none of us were ever pre­pared for, but I knew what I was go­ing to tell him next was some€?thing he wouldn’t turn down. Take me to her,” I told Ta­bor with­out giv­ing an­other thought to the man I used to call a friend, and I fol­lowed Ta­bor down the hall­way.And this will freak her out if she’d ever find out, but I liked to watch her when she was asleep too. I nod­ded, but we both knew that wouldn’t hap­pen. I’d be in deep ec­stasy the sec­ond they were both in me, and I wouldn’t come out of it for a while. I’ve been fas­ci­nated by Archer ever since I met him. I was amazed at how he car­ried him­self. How self-as­sured he was, but never in an ar­ro­gant way. But I was start­ing to like this side of him.