Make Me Yours

I sit up, folding my legs under me. "Sure," I say. "But first, I need to make something clear."

"I don't want the sweet, lovey-dovey, play-make-believe bullshit," I tell him, my gaze unwavering. "I don't want you to act like I'll break if you grab me too hard. Like you did last night."

His gaze sharpens. Dark blue eyes somehow get bluer, colder, hotter. Seductive in a way that makes my spine straighten.

"I liked when you were rough," I say. "But you were too busy trying to be gentle."

He reaches out and grabs a fistful of my hair, tugging just enough to make me gasp.

"Ah," I breathe.

He kisses my cheek, then bites down on my bottom lip-just shy of cruel. "Are you sure you know what you're asking for, Belle?" he murmurs.

He kisses me again-harder this time. My breath catches, and I bite down on my bottom lip, trying to hold in the sound that wants to escape. He yanks my hair, sharper now, and I gasp. Not in pain. In recognition.

"Is this what you want?" he asks. "I wanted to be gentle with you," he murmurs, chuckling darkly. "But if you want me rough..." His words trail off, but the promise hangs in the air like heat.

"Yes," I breathe. "This is what I want."

His grip tightens, and I feel the shift-not just in his body, but in his energy. Like something caged just stepped forward, unleashed.

When Briar meets Nikolai Volkov, she's drawn to his intensity... Nikolai see's that Briar's smart, sharp, and no bullshit. Not to mention very protected. But he finds that he is intrigued by her, interested in ways that he can't explain. But so is his brother.

Briar's life is insane, her mom is, well, existing, her father is a grade A asshole, and her brothers are hella overprotective. She's figuring herself out, when she realizes Nikolai Volkov won't leave her alone. When they get together, not only is there intense sex.... there are intense feelings as well. Nikolai is demanding, possessive, and utterly dominant. Will Briar lean into it, or run away from it.