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294 pages, Paperback
First published July 22, 2016


What the hell is wrong with me? What the hell kind of sick fuck needs to beat the crap out of a woman or humiliate her to get his rocks off?

“I’ve always loved Press. I drove her away because I loved her. I didn’t want to hurt her, and I thought there was no possible way she could love the monster I felt like."
“Oh, Slade. That feels… it feels…”
“Good? You like having my fingers jammed in your pussy, you horny little fuckslut?”


“... There are people who are into that shit. Find them and mind-fuck them stupid.’ That’s what I want. I want to berate a woman. Tell her she’s stupid and worthless, embarrass her and make her cry. And when she’s all teary and red-faced, I want to fuck her. Tell her she’s dirty and disgusting. But I want her to like it.”

"Jesus Christ, control yourself, you licentious, cock-hungry slut.”
That’s right, I can still have a vocabulary even when I’m talking dirty to my half-naked and kneeling ex-wife. A bigger moan this time, confirmation I’ve nailed it with the dirty talk. Holy hell, how is this my life?
“Good? You like having my fingers jammed in your pussy, you horny little fuckslut?”
I’d debated whether to go sweet or nasty with my words, but the husky moan they drag from her tell me I made the right call. Press and the dirty talk. Can do.

“Do you want to come, Sprite?”
“Yes. Please.”
“Of course you do, you little fuckslut. Look at you, your tits hanging out with my come all over you, trussed up like livestock, and all you can think about is your orgasm. You’re an awfully dirty girl. What could I get you to do if I promised you could come after?”
“I need the filthy little slut who begs me for my cock, who likes nothing better than to lick my shoes and get fucked seven ways to Sunday. I want you to crawl to me, and I want tears on your face when you do. I want all of you.”




