Shaye

“Her eyes fluttered down to her hands, and she bit her lip so hard I thought it would bleed. Fuck! My dick twitched, roaring to life. Any blood on her lip should be of my doing.
“Little lamb, you have no idea what your limits are. And baiting a man with few might get you more than you bargained for.”
Her gaze stayed fixed on her lap as her fingers worried the corner of the cushion.
“Look at me when I speak to you,” I demanded.
Her eyes shot up to mine, and those stormy irises were now hidden beneath black pools.
“If you were mine,” I said, “I’d strip you bare, tie your wrists behind your back with my belt, and bend you over that island.” I glanced toward the kitchen. “I’d have you spreading those sweet cheeks of yours apart. Holding them open for me while I drool over your little pink puckered hole as I pound my cock deep inside your cunt, knowing I’ll be fucking your ass next.”
Her eyes were enormous now. Her mouth dropped open. I’d made her pant with my words alone.”
― Evie James, Eyes on You a Mafia Romance

“I try to look away, but like last time, it's too late. The world becomes slower, more saturated—the song of the birds, the burble of the stream, the whisper of the leaves in the breeze, and Andi's ass.”
― Cordelia Kent, Wild Hearts

“Cats don't drink cocktails,' I said.

'Cats don't shoot lasers from their eyes, either, but here we are, Carl. Mama needs a night off.”
― Matt Dinniman, Carl's Doomsday Scenario