Craving The Wrong Brother Book PDF Free by Elysian Sparrow

I scream again, body arching. When he realizes what I’ve done, Knox jolts upright, slamming the machine off. He yanks the pads from me and gathers me into his chest. And then he cups my face. “What the hell did you do that for?” “Jesus, that hurt,” I whisper. “You thought it was supposed to…

Her smile is soft. Grateful. She leans in and hugs me, arms sliding around my waist, cheek pressed against my chest. I keep my hands at my sides because if I touch her, I’m going to lift her, and then we’re not going anywhere. That’s when I spot the bag sitting beside the couch. “Going…

“Smoking weed, then?” “None of that,” I say, finding the old confessional tucked into the side. “I found this place the day I stole my dad’s car. I was fifteen. Just driving around, crying.” He watches as I push open the narrow door to the confessional, revealing the hidden entrance inside.. “Why were you crying?”…

He doesn’t stop. He moves with the kind of purpose that makes the floorboards feel thinner underfoot. I follow him back down the tight stairwell, through the narrow confessional door. My phone light bounces off the floor. I glance up at him ahead, surprised he doesn’t need the light. Of course he doesn’t. He knows…

“Heyyy,” Serena squeals. “What the hell? Not even a hello, and you’re dragging me away?” “Just walk,” I mutter. She stumbles for a second but regains her stride. Quickly, I look behind us to see that Hunter hasn’t moved from his position. There’s a weird look in his eyes. “Who was that?” Serena says. “The…

He turns. “What a pleasant surprise, Sloane.” “Were you following me?” “Why would I-“ “Cut the bullshit. First you eye-bang my sister, now you crash into my car?” “It’s not my fault you can’t drive for shit, Sloane.” Serena’s looking back and forth between us, a million questions written on her face. Before I can…

He’d need to have a damn heart to begin with. I’ve had it. “Does anyone else have anything they’d like to get off their chest?” I say, raising my voice. “Now might be a good time to accuse me of changing the weather and instigating the first world war too.” “You’re not even sorry,” Victoria…

“There’s something else,” she says. “Something I didn’t want to say over the phone or text. You can use it as leverage. As a last resort.”Cleaning Their Mess?s “What?” Her eyes meet mine. “Tell him Lydia’s alive. And if he agrees to help Finn, I’ll tell him where she is. But he’s not to mention…

He reaches into his coat and pulls out a small, rectangular card. “Since you won’t give me yours,” he says, handing it to me, good seeing you, Captain.” “here’s mine. Call me sometime. We’ll hang out. It was I take it. The card has nothing on it but his full name-Mateo Luis Torres-and a number….

Then I kiss a path down her stomach until I get between her legs. I inhale. God, I missed this. Missed her scent. My mouth meets her. “Knox,” she gasps, fists tightening in my hair. I rub my face against her like a man gone feral, then drink her in. Tongue flicking, circling, devouring. Her…