Excerpt one: "You mean you don't want to participate now? We can do it tonight, then, Evanna." "Trent, don't act dumb. I'll never spread my legs for you," "Oh..." he drawled, "...that's fine. Even if you don't want to spread them, I have a special technique that can persuade your legs to act against your will." "Trent...!" "Actually, it's possible even if you don't spread your legs at all." "Look here, Trent, don't ever dream of shoving that junk of yours in my core. It's not happening in this lifetime." Trent raised his brow in amusement, "Does your core agree with your decision?" Excerpt 2: "What is wrong with you?" Amelia frowned. "Are you thirsty or not, big sis?" He asked, a brow raised in amusement. She suspired in defeat since trying to push him failed. "Yes, I'm thirsty," she replied in a low tone. "Thirsty for what?" "You... Don't push your luck, Wyatt," she warned, teeth locked in annoyance. He chuckled, "Big sis, how can you tell me not to do my job?" "Your job?" Her brows drew together in bafflement. "Yeah. Part of my job is to push all the wrong buttons on my big sis and see how great her explosive rage will be. Will it perhaps blow up this entire building to smithereens? Or will it..." He inclined his head, bringing his lips close to her ear, "...make Amelia get down on her knees like a good girl and give me a mouthful of pleasure?" He quickly straightened his torso, wearing an impish grin. "You..." Amelia looked livid and raised her hand to slap him, but he caught her wrist easily. "The only slapping sound I'm sure you want to hear is the one made when you're pinned beneath me,"