DARK AIN'T THE WORD!
I don't usually post reviews in this style but figured since I look for these types of reviews when hunting for a new book, I would reciprocate. Sometimes, they will be the only thing that convinces me the book is worth a read.
Anywho.
This raw gritty story locked me in from the first page and kept me going with each chapter. At first I thought there was an excessive use of the word fuck... but then I thought about how it happens to be the salt & pepper of my dialect (and my favorite word) and I'm pretty damn lame in comparison to these dark characters. So they can own it.
I thought I was going to hate the Hero. I think a part of me wanted to hate him after the scene with the stripper. But after learning about his past, and reading how the characters grew as a couple, I couldn't. I understood why he carried so much hatred.
“Ouch,” I scream through the pain, the burning, the melting of my skin. “Please, Hank, stop.” I try to squirm free of his hold, but he is stronger than me. “I’ll be a good boy.” I cry. “I won’t vomit the next time.” I can’t handle the pain. It hurts.
This book is really morbid and bloody. There were some scenes hard to read but that's exactly what kept me reading well past the comfort zone I typically find myself in. I do have to say - Demon is a total badass but becomes a badass with a heart of gold for the women he loves.
Little do they know, I’m numb. I don’t feel shit — especially not fucking remorse. I’ll take a fucking life without fucking blinking, without fucking feeling. I live to breathe and breathe to kill.
Presently, I stand here with his hair gripped tightly in my hand, and watch Slasher shove the rubber dildo into Hank’s mouth, choking him, gagging him, making him struggle to get oxygen into his fucking lungs. The same fucking way he had to me.
FUCK YOU, HANK!
Pluck, pluck bitches.
I am Demon. A heartless, cold-blooded fucking killer.
I show nobody mercy.
Not even to the bitch who birthed me.
As a mother, who couldn't fathom a bitch doing her kid that dirty, I was happy he didn't still hold any sentimental feelings for that cow deep down...to say the least.
Abruptly, I thrust my hips forward, sliding past her tonsils, gagging her. Each time she gags, her tonsils squeeze my dick, forcing my dick to explode inside her mouth. “Swallow it,” I command, as I shove my hard cock past her tonsils.
Each time the Hero said he didn't have a heart, or he didn't know what love was, I rooted for him and Mallory so hard. Their past is upsetting and was hard to read. Even though it was painful to read, I NEEDED to see it through.
My mother showed me love doesn’t exist. Love makes you weak, vulnerable, something I’ll never be again.
It’s because of her I don’t have a heart, and soon she will have the pleasure of looking the demon in his eyes, while he drains the life from her.
“I’m trying to fucking protect her,” I scream furiously.
She’s already broken. And, as much as I want to protect her, I’m scared I will destroy her.
He claimed he didn’t have a heart, but I’m thinking otherwise.
He comforted me. He held me. He cared enough to want to know who hurt me.
I fell in love with both characters. Mallory really needed to be strong and she absolutely was. I loved how she loved him. He so desperately needed someone to love him and show him he actually WAS worth love and could love...even when he didn't think it was possible.
I don’t do relationships. I’m not boyfriend material. Mallory deserves so much fucking better than me. If I had a heart, I’d set her free and allow her to spread her wings.
Teasingly, I bring my mouth down to her thigh, trailing kisses upward, as I slip her dress over her pussy. Peeking up, I realize she isn’t wearing any underwear.
Her pussy is clean-shaved, gorgeous pink, shiny wet, waiting for me to fuck.
Mallory shifts in my arms, “I’m going to touch you, Tony.” She whispers, placing her palm over my cheek, softly brushing her thumb over my day-old stubble, “It wasn’t your fault either.”
“You deserve better,” I reply honestly, sucking her hardened nipple into my mouth.
“I don’t want better.” She assures me, thrusting her hips upward, clutching onto my shoulders. “I want you, Tony.”
I hope because this a 'book 1', that means Slasher will be getting a book and his shot to find his peace. So, c'mon Mikey B! Let's get this show on the road! CHOP! CHOP! I'm waiting...