DARE-TO-LOVE-TRUTH-AND-DARE-DUET-COLLECTION-by-Lylah-James-pdfarchive

“Lila?” Riley questioned softly.
My girl was already taking a step back, like she was
about to bolt. Not. Fucking. Happening. I lunged forward
and drove my shoulders into her hips, lifting her off the
ground, slinging her over my shoulder. One hand gripped
her ass firmly, while I hooked my other arm behind her
knees and pinned them against my chest.
Lila let out a shout and started struggling, but there was
no use; I had my precious cargo over my shoulder.
Neither Riley nor Colton tried to stop me, as I marched
to our building. I took the stairs to the third floor, careful
not to jar her too much. My heart thudded hard in my
chest, and I knew I was playing with fire.
But then again, I had a habit of loving dangerous things.
They called me heartbreaker, thrill-seeker and dangerdevil.
And Lila?
She was danger with a big, red sign. Damn it all to hell, I
craved her.
Lila let out a string of curses and peppered my back
with her tiny fists. Once she came to the realization there
was no point in struggling, she let out a soft cry and went
limp over my shoulder. That was better. I lived for her fiery
attitude, but, sometimes, I preferred her docile.
I walked down the corridor. When we passed hers and
Riley’s apartment, Lila snarled. “My apartment is next
door.”
I walked through my apartment and shut the door
behind us. “This is our apartment now.”
I smacked her ass once – because, why not, she was
mine now – and she gasped, before I placed her back on
her feet. Grinning, I raised an eyebrow.
She gaped at me, her mouth hanging open. “No,” she
sputtered.
“Get undressed.”