Wanda

“It takes a while for the heat to work in this piece of shit, but when it kicks in, you’ll sweat like a fat whore at confession.”
― Robyn Peterman, How Hard Can It Be?

“He shifted his attention back to me and leaned in closer. “I told you to behave. I don’t want to have to arrest you ever again.”
“Um . . . okay.”
I felt him slide something under my hand. He leaned in even closer, his mouth by my ear, and whispered, “Although I wouldn’t mind handcuffing you.”
Oh. My. God.”
― Robyn Peterman, How Hard Can It Be?

“Sweet jeans," he panted, his fingers finding the bare flesh, feeling the proof of her desire. "I'm going to take you, Bayleigh. Lap up every bit of that sweet cream that's drenching my fingers. Do you know how I've wanted you for the past two weeks, driving myself crazy, imagining it was me fucking you instead of that damned vibrator you use ?”
― Liliana Hart, Cade

“I was speechless. Rare for me, but if anyone was capable of shocking me to silence, it was my mother.”
― Robyn Peterman, Fashionably Dead