Punkin’

“Ryder grunts, his hand threading into my hair. “Fuck, princess, you take me so fucking well. Like you were made to fit me.”
― Evelyn Flood, Kept

“It’s too big,” I choke, and Enzo laughs darkly. “You’ll get used to it, little prey,” he promises darkly. “Need to get you ready. Ryder.”
― Evelyn Flood, Kept

“Would've, should've, could've. Hindsight is such a bitch.”
― Ashley Poston, The Dead Romantics

“Instead of responding, his hand slaps against the soft, fleshy part of my ass, and I feel a tugging on my braid as he pulls my head backwards until I’m almost facing the ceiling, but all I see are stars across my vision. I can feel him pressed up against me, my head back against his shoulder as he pushes in and out. “Look at me,” he hisses in my ear. “Look at who you belong to, Zella.”
― Evelyn Flood, Kept