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“You killed him," I said. Malice smirked, as if this was funny. As if the brutal death in his guest room was nothing more than an outlet for his destruction. "I did." I was trembling, my entire body shaking from the adrenaline and fear. "You...you tortured him," I whispered. "I did." "You saved me." At my awed tone, Malice softened some. "I did," he echoed once more. Simple words packed with sentimental meaning. He cared. "And I’d do it again. Now come here and fuck me while his corpse watches.”
― Coralee June, Malice

“The moment he was out of earshot, Kelsey let out a low whistle. "You are in trouble," she said. "You don’t want to be on Mr. Civella’s radar, honey." I stared at him, seemingly transfixed. "Why not?" I asked. Little did she know, I was smack dab in the middle of whatever radar Malice had. Kelsey teasingly grabbed a napkin and pretended to wipe drool from my chin. "Because that man is deadly," she replied, all humor from her voice gone.”
― Coralee June, Malice

“Fine. But remember what I said about no murder cars. Anthony needs to work on his technique for scrubbing evidence," I said while teasingly nudging Anthony. "I am very good about cleaning up DNA," he protested. "You kept a dead girl’s clothes in your death dungeon," I replied dryly. "Seriously, have you listened to any of my podcasts?" "Hey now. You looked hot in her clothes. And it’s a good thing I had them. You would’ve had to dispose of a dead body while naked," he popped back before staring at me with a...confusing expression. "Oh shit, I just got a boner.”
― Coralee June, Malice

“Ride me, angel, work for this cock that can’t seem to get hard for anyone but you. If you do arrest me, I’ll spend the rest of my life remembering the way you begged me to fuck you and say prayers of gratitude for the opportunity.”
― Lillian Lark, Her Vigilante