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“Images of him biting and marking my flesh, making me come against his cock. Spitting cum in my mouth and forcing me to swallow. I’ve thought of killing him every time I’ve seen the dark purple hickeys all over my chest. I even considered just hiring an outsider to do it and then sending me the footage. But for some reason, that didn’t sound satisfying. Not as much as the fantasy of watching his blood spill on the ground.  Between my fingers. Beneath my feet. And I’d stand there, watching those silver eyes turn truly lifeless. If someone is going to kill Kayden Lockwood, it has to be me.”
― Rina Kent, Kiss the Villain

“But losing him…” My voice cracks as a violent wave hits the rocks, sending icy water splashing against my legs. “It’s unbearable. I haven’t been able to breathe, as if I’ve been walking around with a fireball lodged in my chest, suffocating me every moment of every day.”
― Rina Kent, Kiss the Villain

“Shaking, he grips the steering wheel, and I gulp at the bulging veins in his arms, feeling a sensation between my legs that definitely shouldn’t be there. I shouldn’t be turned on from watching him attack someone. His violence should be punished. I should be yelling at him for doing that; instead, I’m envisioning him holding me down and…”
― Leigh Rivers, Little Stranger

“When my fingers slip between my thighs or when I’m kissing someone else, it’s shameless how many times his face has been at the forefront of my mind when I find my orgasm.”
― Leigh Rivers, Little Stranger