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350 pages, ebook
First published October 17, 2017
“You’ve already been marked. Lachlan Mount owns your ass, regardless of whether he’s tapped it yet. No one else will touch you because they’ll want to keep their limbs intact.”
When was the last time you were fucked by a real man? Someone who knows what you need. Someone who’ll take control from you and give you what you’ve been dying for.
I own your orgasms. I decide when you come. Not you. Learn it. Live it. Because you’re going to fucking love it by the time I’m done with you.”
She may have marked me tonight, but I marked her first. Keira Kilgore needs another lesson in what it means to be owned by Lachlan Mount.
Everything about this situation is fucked up beyond belief. I want to fight him to my last breath, but at the same time, I want to dig my nails into his back as he pounds into me until I scream in ecstasy.
Most men won't look me in the eye, but this woman isn't afraid to declare all-out war.
The Mount everyone knows. The implacable, cold man whose orders are never questioned or denied. The man who rules with an iron fist and no velvet glove.
Lachlan Mount will not break me. He might fuck me. He might fuck with my head. But he will never break me.