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Six by Paulina Ian-Kane
Angels of Wrath, Book 2
My purpose in life has always been to protect my little brother. And the only way to do that is to do what my dirtbag of a father says—easier said than done. So my plan is to save enough money to grab our backpacks and leave these miserable days behind us. There’s no harm in having a little fun in the meantime though, is there? And the growling beast who flattens his opponents with a single punch looks like a perfectly hot diversion to me.
The crowd calls him Hulk. Dark intense eyes, large hands, scarred back, huge rocky pecs, thick arms, and tree-trunk thighs. And the bulge in his pants is not a mirage, a very proportionate…appendage.
He growls, I snort. He rejects me, I stalk him. He threatens me, I kiss him. He orders me around, I…that depends, are we in or out of bed?
His broody, rough demeanor dares me to get closer, and his crude, hard words turn me on like nothing ever before. My sassy mouth has gotten me in trouble more times than I can count but he seems to have found a very delicious way to shut me up.
But when I discover his protective side? His possessiveness? The secrets? The rage and destruction?
Can two broken souls find their missing pieces among the dark, bloody, jagged ones?
WARNING-This is not a sci-fi angel story, unless you see eager vigilantes with a dark side as angels.
This is an action packed romance with an HEA and no cliffhangers. It features an over the top posses-sive mountain of a man, and a bratty, determined twunk with a sassy mouth. There’s violence, blood, torture (only of very bad people), dark humor, amazing side characters and very rough, spicy scenes. Morality’s grey area is quite stretched in this story. Please check the triggers at the beginning of the book.
This is book two in the Angels of Wrath Series. Each book follows a different couple.
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The light from the streetlamp creates shadows on his face, turning his scowl into a dark, hair-raising glower. It has my breath catching. My body feels petrified. He looks strong. Majestic. Like he’s ready to take anything I throw at him. He could break me with those large hands, and the realization, instead of making me run, sets me on fucking fire. My lips part, my breath and pulse start racing, and my cock plumps all the way, tenting my sweats. He has this effect on me just by walking toward me. Would I black out if he fucked me?
He stops in front of me, just a breath away. The points of his boots press against my old sneakers. I tremble, but not from the cold. I’m so turned on, I’m sweating. It’s his commanding presence, his rich musky scent, the force of his gaze on me, so utterly focused, like I’m the only thing worth watching.
He grabs my wrists, forcing me to drop my backpack on the ground, and pins them on either side of my shoulders against the cool surface of the car. His grip is firm, a touch painful. I don’t know how, but again, I get the sense that he’d let me go if I asked him. Stupid of me to think that, since I don’t know him from Adam. But my gut is usually right. Following it has saved my neck more than once in the past.
“Try again, Kitty. I’m very good at detecting lies. You just lied to me, and I don’t like it.” His deep, rumbly words make me gasp. I feel the strange urge to apologize to him, which I promptly push away.
Instead, I whisper sultrily, “And what else are you good at?”
“Making people talk.” Interesting, since he doesn’t talk much. His eyes are studying my lips. And when I slick them with my tongue, he seems hypnotized by the movement.
“I bet. And what technique do you use to make them talk?” My heart is trying to punch out of my chest for how fast it’s running. How I’m still standing is beyond me.
“Anything. I use any tool at my disposal,” he growls again.
A hundred filthy images shuffle through my mind—me caged under Rague while he uses his tool on me. I open my legs and arch mindlessly against him, pressing my throbbing cock against his leg. He pushes back, slotting his large hips between my thighs, pinning me to the car and forcing me to feel his whole massive, hard body.
I moan, trying to stroke my aching dick while feeling his huge, monstrous beauty growing hard and ready against my belly. But I can hardly move, held down by his much heavier physique. Our size difference turns me the fuck on. The knowledge that I’m at the mercy of all this brawn…fuck. My ass clenches and unclenches, feeling so damn empty.
“Let’s try again. Why did you follow me, Ollie?”
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About the Author:
I can’t remember a time when I wasn’t reading a book. Whether it was sci-fi, romance or a detective story didn’t matter, because it was the perfect way to escape from reality for a little while. When I wasn’t reading, I was imagining my own stories, and after a while I started writing them, hoping to give other people that little escape I still enjoy so much.
My books are filled with dark humor, sexy, kinky scenes, obsessed, possessive, protective MCs, and always have happy endings.
I live in Japan with my two kids and my stinky, super cute Frenchie.
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