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57 pages, Kindle Edition
First published August 24, 2014
I think I could hate him.
I think I could save him.




”How is it possible that a former celebrity – rich boy, sent to prison for a fatal car wreck – was able to turn into … well, Beast?”

“I’m going to kiss you now, Angel. My tongue against yours. My mouth over your mouth. My lips bruising your lips.” I flick my eyes at the door. “I’ll give you one last chance to go. If you stay, I’ll fuck you hard.”
"The only time these hands are kind is when they’re on your skin.”









Maybe just one time, I want to pick my own poison.


I think I could hate him. I think I could save him.
”It’s not you. I’m just…not a whore.”
“You’re not a whore. You’re my whore. If I want to pay you for your time, it’s because I take care of what is mine.”
Why did you come back for this? Why did you come back for me?


”…let me call you Ricardo. You’re a man— not a beast.”



”The only time these hands are kind is when they’re on your skin.”
“Then they should be on my skin more.”





:09/08



“It’s wrong, Angel. The only time these hands are kind is when they’re on your skin.”
"I don’t need or want a lover, Angel. You’re here because I like that sweet pussy, and you want my money and my cock.”
“You’re my whore,” he says. “I call, you come. You’re here for me. Just me.” He slams back in and groans roughly.
“You’ll take all of me.” He twists his hips, wedging himself still deeper. Till I feel nothing but his huge cock; I exist only to clench and pulse around it.
“Feel that. That’s me owning you.”

i think it's a little crazy (but these are nothing, you go and read part 3 & 4, its getting more absurd than dis part but i liked it anyway.)
everybody loves innocent but beast prisoner men, cmon["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>
xoxo
iko





“I’m not yours,” I whisper.
“You are mine.”