Punkin’

“When she turns, I think all of our eyes widen. “What are those?” Enzo asks, in a strangled tone. She shimmies, and the little Christmas puddings attached to her nipples jiggle. “Tassels! I ordered them from the googirl.” Maverick half groans, half laughs. “I’m going to confiscate your card.” “I’ll give you mine,” I breathe in delight. “You can have all of them. All of my cards.” Take my fucking money.”
― Evelyn Flood, Kept

“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

“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

“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