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248 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 1, 2014





"I taste the blackness and I f*ck out the light. I will teach you to turn the filthy, the nasty, the most putrid parts of your soul into sheer bliss, into an addiction you can't shake instead of a miserable, stilted, blighted existence."


"The man your mother f*cking warned you about," I whisper, my voice descending dangerously close to a growl, "is me."
I am not a f*cking whore. People don't pay me for sex. They pay me for a chance to visit with the demon, to find themselves in the arms of a dark God. It's not about carnal connection of flesh, the rapid bump and grind of a hard c*ck inside a wet p*ssy.
This is about the TABOO, about rescuing the filthy side of the human soul, letting it come UNCHAINED for just a brief moment. If you can exercise the darkness, you can put it to rest, you can pretend you understand what it's like to walk in the light.

She's begging me to own her, chain her demon down and put it on a leash. That's my specialty, locking the beast away, so it can't hurt anyone or anything without permission. Based on her behavior today, Audra Holiday desperately needs this.
"Luke, I like you. I've always liked you."
I find myself shaking, confused, and for the briefest of seconds, almost afraid. Not for myself, but for Robbie. I help monsters control their darkness, I don't turn doves into ravens.
Robbie can't be my surrogate sweetheart. I'm an adult, a corrupt, broken, bloodstained creature with blackness in his chest, taking up that space where his heart should be. Robbie is a child. Isn't she?
She isn't a delicate flower, not like Robbie Carrell. I don't have to be careful around her, don't have to worry if she'll break. Audra can match me, dark for dark, pain for pain.

I might be a dark man, maybe even a sadist, but I don't particularly like plucking the wings off butterflies. There are plenty of wasps who deserve a flightless fall from glory.


“I taste the blackness and I fuck out the light. I will teach you to turn the filthy, the nasty, the most putrid parts of your soul into sheer bliss, into an addiction you can't shake instead of a miserable, stilted, blighted existence.”







I am not a fucking whore. People don't pay me for sex.
They pay me for a chance to visit with the demon, to find themselves in the arms of a dark God.


I extract a condom – something I rarely use considering I've had a vasectomy – and a silicone cock.


I spin the blade around in my fingers, drawing my silicone cock up to my mouth.
I don't make a habit of sucking on dick, but sometimes it's necessary.





(Imagine Dragons - Demons )

“If you exercise the darkness, you can put it to rest, you can pretend you understand what it's like to walk in the light.”


“I taste the blackness and I fuck out the light. I will teach you to turn the filthy, the nasty, the most putrid parts of your soul into sheer bliss, into an addiction you can't shake instead of a miserable, stilted, blighted existence.”

“I'm not a damaged man who needs to be fixed; I'm a monster that can't be changed.”

“We all have pasts that slither around in our nightmares, desperate to haunt us.”








I take money in exchange for services rendered. I revel in the taboo and I indulge the darkness.

Lucas 'I am not a whore' Carter, gives a whole new meaning to the term 'raging hard-on'.
'People don't pay me for sex. They pay me for the chance to visit with the demon, to find themselves in the arms of a dark God...
I take money in exchange for services rendered. I revel in the taboo and I indulge in the darkness...
I've found a way to enjoy what I am. Sex. Violence. Both. I like it, and I've learned how to live with it. It's easier than learning to live without her.'
'I taste the blackness and i fuck out the light. I will teach you to turn the filthy, the nasty, the most putrid parts of your soul into sheer bliss, into an addiction you can't shake instead of a miserable, stilted, blighted existence.'
I help monsters control their darkness; I don't turn doves into ravens.





