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213 pages, Kindle Edition
First published October 25, 2013








I breath agains his ear, before I bite down on his lobe. Our breathing is causing my chest to rub against his abs.


A single tear slips free from my eye, creating a wet path down my cheek.

"Fine, we'll eat the shit you've made."
I was born from a womb of a hateful whore.
***
"You're such an evil bitch, do you know that?"
***
Jasper stands and walks over to her. "You know what, maybe you should have done what River's mom did because you are a waste of air, you stupid, old, wrung out bitch. (…)This isn't your house no more, bitch."
Jasper put her in her place while I'd stood frozen from her hateful mouths. I'm grateful to have him there.
He rushes me, and I slap him repeatedly.
***
I lift my hand and slap him again.
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I tap her cheek, not hard enough to hurt her, but enough to get her attention.
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My body reacts without my brain's permission. The slap to his cheek carries though the house…
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He grabs my shoulders and shakes me, and then his hand comes down on my cheek.
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"You hit me," I breath, my chest rising and falling with every intake of breath.
"Don't be dramatic, it wasn't that hard, and you hit me first."
I lift my hand and slap him again. He purses his lips and in frustration and then slaps me back.
He is always gentle when he takes my body.

"She likes it rough, and she's insatiable." I rub my hands though my hair. "I've never fucked this hard or come that much before."
He looks to his bare wrist and his brow twitches when he realizes he isn't wearing a watch. I can't help but smile, and let my eyes molest his flesh. His boxers leave little to imagination; they grip his hips just below that perfect sculptured V that men have when they've worked hard in the gym.
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He's totally in his own world, his eyes gazing at the floor in front of him.
Her tongue probes at my lips; I open and massage my own to hers. She sucks at my tongue, forcing a moan from me…
***
My insides go ice cold despite the heat pouring from my overworked body.
***
"Sammy!" I cry out as my sex floods with my arousal.
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He needs to dip his knees to accommodate the hight difference, giving him extra leverage when he propels himself upward,…
***
She literally eye fucks me so I feel the need to shower.

My life is bleeding out in my tears,…
***
I hear Sammy's voice bleed through my sobs.
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"It's over, baby. We'll get Derek fixed up and get you looked at." I specially didn't say get her "fixed" because like me, she can't be fixed, but we could be broken together, and fill the cracks that are left from such a fucked up life.
***
I pop the buttons open on my jeans and push them from my body, leaving me bare and ready to be inside my women.
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I forgo make-up, just spraying light perfume so I'm not a complete mess.





























