Deana

“Nash yanked the phone out of my hand. “You want to know where she is, rich boy? She’s at my bar. Spread out naked on my desk. I stripped every piece of clothing from her body, and then I worshipped every inch of her. I erased every trace of you with my tongue. I went down on her, licking her sweet, wet, juicy pussy until she screamed my name loud enough for the entire bar to hear. My name, fuck boy. Not yours. Has she ever even uttered a sound when you fucked her with your tiny dick? You could never even get her wet, could you? And yet you call her frigid because you don’t know how to please her. You’re an embarrassment, Caleb. You’re a little boy, with a small dick, trying to play with the men. She doesn’t need you. She doesn’t fucking need anyone.”
― Elle Thorpe, Start a War

“War’s gaze dipped to my mouth and then back up to my eyes. Confusion flickered in his. “Scythe?” I let him go. The hope in his voice gutted me. It was the same hope my mother held in hers. Always hoping her favorite would come back. War was no different.”
― Elle Thorpe, It Ends With Violence

“He said them slowly, like he hated every word and was forcing each one between his teeth. “I’m marrying Siren.” From the bed, and the tiny frail woman in it, came a croak, barely louder than a whisper but full of fury. “Like hell you will.”
― Elle Thorpe, It Ends With Violence

“He popped a couple of pills when he was done and sat with his arms propped behind his head. “So. What’d I miss? I hear we do foursomes now?”
― Elle Thorpe, It Ends With Violence