Deana

“War!” I yelped, struggling to get down. I’d break the man’s back. “Put me down, I’m too heavy.” “That’s real fucking insulting, baby girl.” He strode through the party with me in his arms, while some of the guys clapped for us. “You think I can’t carry your sweet ass to my bed?”
― Elle Thorpe, Start a War

“bit my lip to hide my smile, but War leaned over. “Fuck, I missed you.” He touched his lips to Scythe’s. It started as a playful, nipping kiss, but it was only moments before they deepened it, tongues stroking together as the two of them fell back against the couch. “Bliss,” Scythe groaned, pulling away. “Get over here and join the reunion.” I shuffled over so I was”
― Elle Thorpe, It Ends With Violence

“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

“Scythe practically crowed with pride. I want her name tattooed on me like that. I did too. There was a beauty in the mutilation. Or perhaps it was just beautiful to me because it was her name, and everything about her was beautiful.”
― Elle Thorpe, It Ends With Violence