Elayne DiSano

“He fisted her hair, holding her head so far back she couldn’t move. “You, darlin’.” His voice was low as he snarled out each phrase. “You happened. That fucking night happened. That damn, blue dress, the sight of you with an ax, straddling me on that chair, this house, how hard you come when I fuck you, the smell of dinner, the smell of this fire…….fuck, the smell of you – it all happened. With all this shit circling around us, you happened. I said no turning back, Eva. You’re mine. Every fucking inch of you – and I mean every inch. You get my meaning?”
― Elayne DiSano, For Your Sake

“I think I better leave.” “No.” That one word stopped her dead cold. “Come here.” “Why?” “Because.” As if it was enough of an answer. She shook her head. “It’s only going to confuse things. You don’t want anything serious, and I’m not going to be some late night booty call.” He shot off the bed and was in front of her in seconds. “That offends me.” “Sorry.” She tried to put some space between them, but he just continued to close the gap. “I’m just being honest. Am I wrong?” He grasped her head, threading his fingers through her hair. “I’ll let you know after.” “After what?” “After this.” He kissed her”
― Elayne DiSano, For Her Honor