Cheyenne Goodloe

“Hey.” Aiden brings my fingers to his mouth and kisses them one by one. I slowly peel my lids open. How can he kiss the same fingers that I just hurt him with? No. He’s not only kissing them. He slides his lips over each fingertip as if he’s worshipping them. “What are you doing?” I murmur through hiccoughs. He offers an easy-going grin and speaks against my fingers. “Getting you back.” “Getting me back from where?” “From whoever was trying to take you away from me just now.”
― Rina Kent, Steel Princess

“I’m still catching my breath, trying and failing to regulate it when Jonathan releases my throat and motions at the plate. It’s empty. Just like my insides. The bastard manipulated me into eating it all. “Good girl.” He smirks, then pushes me off him so I’m sitting on the chair, stands, and leaves. I remain there, my clothes rumpled, my core pulsing, and my nipples aching.”
― Rina Kent, Reign of a King

“Levi might be the talker in the family, but he’s not the king on my board.” A charming smile tilts his lips, and I find myself staring at it longer than needed. He threads his fingers in mine. “Good save.”
― Rina Kent, Steel Princess

“Do you know that distorted sound some violins make? Yeah, me neither. Dad and Mum are into classical music – they met at a concerto. Shocker. I prefer punk and alternative rock. Thank you very much.”
― Rina Kent, Black Knight