Sarah

“You mean aside from tying Rocky to his bed, giving him a gasoline sponge bath and accidentally dropping a lit match stick on his sheets?”
― Cassie-Ann L. Miller, Playing House

“Top of my fantasy list for this one-time deal. Ye dominating me, just like that little heart-stopping moment. No conversation, no pause. Find me, throw me over your shoulder, and march me away somewhere private. There, strip me just enough to get access then fuck me. Facedown. No let-up until we’re both screaming.”
― Jolie Vines, Tormented

“He dashes across the room and wraps his arms around my legs, neither of us caring when he smears carnival paint all over my ivory blouse. Because that feeling—that feeling I get seeing my child, happy and healthy and in good spirits—that feeling makes the struggle worth it.”
― Cassie-Ann L. Miller, Playing Along

“The mental storm I mentioned occasionally begins to build. But you always quash it in time. You’re what stands between me and that dark, empty place. It’s a hell of a weight for you to carry—I know that. I wish it wasn’t so.” She frowned and jabbed his chest with her finger—the last thing he’d expected. “It’s not a weight, it’s a privilege,” she said. “You’ve been my shield all these years. It was never a burden, right? You were glad to be whatever I needed. Well, same goes.”
― Suzanne Wright, When He's Ruthless