Giving in to a shrill instinct, she ran around the side of the building. Butch was marching toward his car as if he were carrying an unstable load, and she rushed to catch up with them. Wait. I need t...
Fuck me! he belted out. Yes, please, his cock replied with a kick.
Fritz, the doggen butler, presented him with a barf bag at exactly the right moment. A barf bag. A hospital-grade, bright-green barf bag. As
For the victim, she had to imagine death was an alone kind of thing, even if he or she were staring into the face of the killer. Some bridges you crossed on your own, no matter who drove you to the ed...
For him, the control over his subs’ minds and bodies was what he was after. The things he did to them sexually or otherwise, the things he said, what he made them wear…it was all carefully calibrated...
For him , life was a coin that had disaster on one side and waiting for disaster on the other
Fine, dandy, she thought. Then lose the shirt, peel off those leather pants, and lie down on my tile. We'll take turns being on the bottom.
Excuse me, she cut in. Is that a grenade? Ehric looked at the compact, palm-sized bomb in his hand. Why, yes. It is.
Every night I went into Hannah's room and sat with her stuff. The thing I couldn't get was how her clothes and her books and her drawings were still there, but she wasn't. It just didn't compute. Her...
Entering yet another code, she took the passageway to Rehv’s office, and when she came through his door, the three males around the desk all looked at her warily. She took up res against the black wal...
Don't trust me. Don't like me. I could give a shit. But don't you ever lie to me.
Don't ever aggress on that motherfucker....
Did you have fun with morale when you were in charge? Wrath muttered to Xcor.All the time. The stronger the warrior—The harder the head.—the harder the head.As they finished the sentence with the same...
Destiny had a 518 area code..who knew. - Ehlena
Dearest Virgin Scribe, without his father, he was so alone, even as he was surrounded by people who served him.
Dear . . . God, she blurted as she recoiled. The hallway beyond was filled with the males of the house, the Brothers and other fighters and Manny sitting on the floor with their backs to the bare wall...
Conservatism is the cousin of cowardice.
Come on. I’m stuffed, so I need that ice cream now.
Come here. I need to hold on to you. She felt the same way. And when there was no distance between them, it was like coming home.
Christ, don't you ever knock?It's Lassiter. L-A-S-S-I-T-E-R. How is it possible you're still getting me confused with someone else? Do I need a nametag?