Moonlight Sins

I’m not just screwed up, Ms Hughes. I’m as broken as they come, but I don’t need to be fixed. I don’t want to be fixed.” He caged her in. “I like all my fucked-up shards and pieces. They make me who I am. They make me real. The question is, can you handle real?

He pressed his forehead against hers as he drew in a ragged breath. “I think I’m going to want to keep you.

Is there literally anything you can’t make sound sexual?” “No. It’s like a superpower of mine.

What the hell had his brother been thinking when he hired her? Not that he was complaining, but for real? Did Dev not find a picture of her during the background check, and think, well, this may not be a wise idea? Too late now. Because he knew he could’ve had her last night. Because he still wanted her. And Lucian always, always got what he wanted.

Sucking that bottom lip between his teeth, he trailed a fingertip down her neck. “You really are a good girl. I like it.” She stared up at him, her heart trying to claw its way out of her chest. “But do you know what I like even more?” Lowering his head, his lips brushed along her cheek as he said, “I know there’s a very bad girl in there who wants to come out and play.

His breath now danced over her ear. “I don’t know why you’re resisting this. I know you want me just as badly as I want you.” She did. Oh God, she did. Her eyes closed. It was official. Julia was already in over her head when it came to Lucian de Vincent and she wasn’t coming up for air anytime soon.

Their great-great-grandmother once claimed that when the de Vincent men fell in love, they did so fast and hard, without reason or hesitation

You guys…your family really is its own world.” He slid his hand up her side, underneath the sweater. “You know what?” “What?” Her hand landed on his chest. Lucian guided her back until she was lying on the couch as he rose above her. Those beautiful whiskey-colored eyes met his. “I want you in this world – my world.

You know what we are. What we always end up doing to people. We destroy them and then go about our lives like nothing fucking happened.

Sometimes loving someone isn’t enough. I don’t mean to sound bitter, but love can’t fix everything about a person. It can’t just be enough at the end of the day. Not when it no longer feels like the person is walking the same road as you.

If two girls on trikes appeared, she was out like a belly button.

Hell you don’t. My brother is so wrapped up in you, if I call your name, he comes running. You damn well know that.

There used to be a time when it took nothing but a knowing smile and a sultry voice to get him so hard he could drill his dick into a wall. And it used to take even less for him to fuck and lose himself for a little while. Now? Not so much.

He’s never had anyone fight for him the way he has fought for others.” She sucked in a sharp breath. “I have to ask. Are you going to fight for him, Julia?

This is screwed up,” she said. “You’re screwed up.” “I’m not just screwed up, Ms. Hughes. I’m as broken as they come, but I don’t need to be fixed. I don’t want to be fixed.” He caged her in. “I like all my fucked-up shards and pieces. They make me who I am. They make me real. The question is, can you handle real?

Well, I know that he thought you were about as useful as a fork in a sugar bowl.