2 Book(s) Related to Don't Touch

"This is insane," l mutter to myself, "What does he take me for? A predator? A pervert? God, it's sick."
Yes, she's technically an adult, but the twenty-year age gap makes my skin crawl. How does my father expect me to wake up next to someone barely out of high school and call her my wife?
He is unbelievable. No- ridiculous. That's the better word to describe him. What sane person finds a nineteen-year-old bride for their thirty-nine-year-old son?


Miles wasn't a predator, and he sure as hell wasn't about to marry someone two decades younger than him.
But his father wouldn't back down, and losing the company wasn't an option. So, he reluctantly agreed. He would marry the shy, damaged girl who had survived the worst at the hands of her step-family.
He made himself a promise: he wouldn't touch her. He would protect her, not become another perverted man she'd have to fear.
What he didn't expect was how hard that promise would be to keep. She was undeniably beautiful- soft curves in all the right places, her presence igniting desires he thought he could suppress.
Suddenly, Miles found himself fighting not just his morals, but his erection. But she was his wife. He could touch her, right?

The Desperate Beauty and the Beast.


I came to Beacon Hills to hide what I am.

Fresh transfer, new town, keeping my head down until I figure out what the hell is happening to my body. Three months ago, everything changed. The beast inside me woke up, and suddenly I can hear people's heartbeat from across the hallway.

Then a girl from the school, Rainey Ellis shows up at my door. She should really run from the wolf because he could literally smell her fear, taste her desperation.

Instead, I seemed like her only way out. "Sarah called me again," she said, "She wants me to meet with her tonight. If I go there... they'll hurt me. You've seen what they do to me. Nobody else will help me. I wouldn't ask if I had any other option," She paused, her voice breaking slightly. "I don’t have money to repay you. If, I mean if... you want me to do the blowjob thing or whatever..." She whispered, " just ask."

I slammed the door in her face. Even told her to find someone else to save her.

But I couldn’t just leave her alone with those monsters. Now she's in my space, in my life, and every day becomes a test of how long I can stop myself from claiming more. She has no idea what I am. What I can or want to do to her.

Deep down, I have a secret. The wolf in me want to taste every inch of that tempting and inviting body of hers and mark her as mine until the whole damn world knows who she belongs to.


WARNING: Mature Readers Only.