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1 " Your ass is actually very nice. Well, at least what I can see of it. If your ass is that nice, no wonder they have an obsession with your—”“Concentrate,” I grumble, snapping my fingers in front of his face.“I’m trying,” he lies, still staring down at my ass. I start to turn to face him instead of sitting comfortably on the bed, just so my ass will be facing the wall, but the door flies open and slams into the wall.Drake curses, then he grunts a, “Fuck me.”“The fuck is going on in here?” Drex growls, letting his eyes drop to my exposed back, and apparently my exposed ass. Not my fault this hospital keeps the ridiculous slit in the back of their gowns.“We’re having a conversation,” I say with a sweet smile. “It’s full of dirty innuendo and intriguing assumptions about my pussy.”“No the hell it isn’t,” Drake refutes, looking at me like I’ve lost my damn mind. “But you were just saying that my—”“Damn it, you crazy woman! Don’t give him a reason to break my arms while I can’t fight back!” Drake barks. "
― C.M. Owens , Property of Drex #2 (Death Chasers MC, #2)
2 " Your ass is actually very nice. Well, at least what I can see of it. If your ass is that nice, no wonder they have an obsession with your—”“Concentrate,” I grumble, snapping my fingers in front of his face.“I’m trying,” he lies, still staring down at my ass. I start to turn to face him instead of sitting comfortably on the bed, just so my ass will be facing the wall, but the door flies open and slams into the wall.Drake curses, then he grunts a, “Fuck me.”“The fuck is going on in here?” Drex growls, letting his eyes drop to my exposed back, and apparently my exposed ass. Not my fault this hospital keeps the ridiculous slit in the back of their gowns.“We’re having a conversation,” I say with a sweet smile. “It’s full of dirty innuendo and intriguing assumptions about my pussy.”“No the hell it isn’t,” Drake refutes, looking at me like I’ve lost my damn mind. "
3 " Of course, my inner appraisal is cut short when he comes at me faster. I try not to gasp when he grabs me at the waist and jerks me to him. But my breath is gone when he crushes his lips to mine. "
4 " But when we get back,” he whispers, still keeping his lips close to mine, “I’ll kiss every inch of your body. When I get done, you’ll never want to run again. "
5 " He hands her something small before a small wand turns into a cane with the snap of his wrist, and I watch as he feels his way out with it. I just shot at a blind man. Holy shit. “Thank you, Bentley! I love you for this.” “Love gets my dick sucked. Not shot at,” he mumbles from just outside the door. "