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325 pages, Paperback
First published March 14, 2023
— She couldn’t choose between her little brother, who’d been her best friend, and her big brother, whom she’d idolized. She can’t choose.
˚ ◦ ○ ˚ 💌 Luc goes still. “In France, the custom is to kiss both cheeks.” Elle bites her lip to cover her grin and gives him another kiss. “I’d hate to be culturally insensitive.”
˚ ◦ ○ ˚🗝 The only acceptable language to speak is English because the dominant culture has an imperialist desire to know everything. If it cannot be known, it must then be conquered and colonized.
˚ ◦ ○ ˚🪞 Because sometimes, code-switching is not a door shut. It’s a door opened and a gift given.
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"If you’re serious about her, you need to show it. No half-assing. She deserves the best, and if you aren’t willing to do that, you can kindly fuck off. She’ll get over you eventually."
Just because it’s the truth doesn’t mean she has to be reasonable.
He’s going to seduce her with caretaking. Of all the paths he could take, like accidentally getting too close and oops! kissing her, or doing that stretch that shows stomach between shirt and waistband, he’s chosen mother henning. This is how Elle knows she’s gotten old.
Luc: Is an hour enough time to prepare?
Elle: Yeah, I just need to get dressed and put my hair up.
Luc: I think you look nicer with it down.
Elle: Um. Thank you. I’d return the compliment, but your hair isn’t long enough to put up.
Luc: Would you believe that it was, once upon a time?
Elle: No way!
Luc: Long hair isn’t practical for what I do. But yes, when I was much younger, I had hair to my shoulders.
Elle: *giggles* I bet you were so pretty.
Luc: Perhaps, but you’ll always have me beat in that department.
Elle: *mouth drops open*
There’s no question he wants answered more than how she likes her pleasure, no directive more pressing than how good he can make her feel…”Tell me how to touch you,” he whispers into her ear.
“Lovely,” Luc murmurs between her gasps, holding her hips, grinding her down until the base of him stretches her to the brink.
Elle doesn’t want to be lovely. She wants to be fucking destroyed. She wants to be destroyed with him and by him…