SG

“And it was then that I noticed the dark black cursive script etched on the pink skin, the outline of the letters an angry red color that bordered a new tattoo. “What?” I murmured, leaning forward so I could read it. MONROE. His cock was tattooed with my name.”
― C.R. Jane, The Pucking Wrong Number

“He was a psychopath.”
― C.R. Jane, The Pucking Wrong Number

“Just don’t fucking hurt yourself anymore. I don’t want to have to sedate you again.” A sob slipped out. “How can you just say that to me? What is wrong with you?” He shrugged and kissed my lips softly. “I’ve stopped asking myself that, baby.”
― C.R. Jane, The Pucking Wrong Number

“If you ever looked at me once with what I know is in you, I would be your slave.”
― C.R. Jane, Ruining Dahlia