Their Best Friend
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Their Best Friend

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Billiejo Priestley Author Romance

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*Please note* This book has three stories in it, following the story of three friends/brothers.
“If you need me to f*ck you all day, Angel, to get rid of him, I will happily do it.” It’s fine. I’ve read so many books, and they all make it sound...the thought disappears, and I scream as he thrusts into me with one brutal move. That f*cking hurt!
Tears run down my cheek. “It f*cking hurts!” I cry, and he stills.
“Sammi?” He peers at me and pulls back, which makes it hurt more.
“Don’t move! It hurts more,” I beg. What the f*ck, I thought it wouldn’t hurt? It f*cking burns. It feels like I’m burning down there. The knock has Gray going to move back, and I almost cry, but his hand clamps over my mouth.
“Sammi?” Zade, my brother and Gray's best friend calls through the door.
“Answer him, Angel; I won’t f*cking move,” Gray whispers into my ear. Answer him? While he has me bent over the f**king bed?
After losing her parents at a young age, Sammi was raised by her four protective older brothers and their close friend, Grayson. Being the youngest—and the only sister—has kept her sheltered, and at twenty-one, she’s still a virgin.
One night, when she calls her brothers for help, it's Grayson who shows up instead. The tension they've both tried to deny suddenly erupts into something undeniable. Ignoring the risks and the fact that their relationship is forbidden, Sammi and Grayson begin a secret romance, hiding it from the brothers who raised her. Only, she fails to tell Grayson she's a virgin, and he fails to tell her that her brother is the mafia and touching her, is a death wish.

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