My brother Matt promised to take me away from this nightmare of a place where the memory of my ugly past never fades away. He said he just needed time. But a different kind of man shows up in my small town looking for me.
Billionaire Levi Morgan is alive because my brother took a bullet for him. He’s here to honor a promise he made to Matt. To find me and save me.
He was expecting to find a little girl. But nope, I’m not little anymore. I have big breasts, big behind and a big appetite for sex.
Levi’s supposed to be my saving grace. But as we spend more time together, I realize I cannot be saved.
He’s become my new addiction.
And I am his.
“Do you want me?” he asked.
“I thought you didn’t want to do this anymore,” I said, my voice small.
“It’s too late,” Levi said. He took my hand and lifted it to his lips, kissing it softly before turning it over, kissing my palm, the translucent skin of my wrist.
“Too late to stop,” he said, scraping his teeth along my neck, making me moan. “I think I’m getting addicted to you, Meagan, and it scares the shit out of me, but I just can’t stop.”
His kisses moved down between my breasts, around my bellybutton, lower, lower still, and I didn’t care. I didn’t want him to stop.
He was addicted to this? Fine. That made two of us.