Punkin’

“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

“If you wanted safe,” he drawls in my ear, “you would have run from us at the first opportunity, little prey. You don’t want safe. You want lightning in your blood and electricity in your veins.”
― Evelyn Flood, Kept

“It is. I need you to find my ex-husband so I can go to the beach in ten days with my girlfriends. No kids. No men. No work. Just wine and pizza and books. I. Need. This.” She stabbed the table with a sharp fingernail. “I’ve got my Kindle right here. I’ve been reading the same book for six months because every time my ass hits a chair, a kid needs”
― Lucy Score, Riley Thorn and the Corpse in the Closet

“Finally, he turns. “Arms up.” Zella raises her arms obediently and he lifts her from the bed, carrying her across the room and tucking her back in. She looks smaller as she curls back up,”
― Evelyn Flood, Kept