Deana

“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

“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

“hellhole he made.” Nash’s voice was closer this time, right up behind me, his warm body against my back and his mouth at my ear. “I wasn’t going to try to stop you. I just came to bring you a lighter.” He pressed the small piece of plastic into my hand, and I stared down at it. So innocent-looking, until you realized what it was truly capable of. A little like me.”
― Elle Thorpe, It Ends With Violence

“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