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“Not giving him the opportunity to say a word, let alone plead for his life, Arnesso’s surprised stare met the end of a silencer as Vincenzo coldly told him, “Rape this.”



- Vincenzo

It was obvious by the sight of the man and the disheveled clothes of the guards that they’d kept themselves entertained by beating on him. He was swaying where he stood – disoriented, and she had to wonder if the big guy clutching the dirty shovel with one hand and a cigarette with the other, had hit him in the head with it.

- Novella

Happy Mother’s Day, friends! 😘

She watched him walk toward his truck. He had a cute butt. He had a cute everything. And he loved dogs.

- Kate

I knew that if I moved too much there was a chance that he could cut me, and I honestly was wondering what it would feel like. To have the cold hard steel pressed against me, nicking one of my most sensitive areas while he kept me underneath him, kissing and sucking at me.

Like always, the sight of his father sent competing surges of sadness and fury through him. He hated Devin’s guts…and there would always be a part of him that remained a little boy in need of his daddy’s love.

- Fox

He smacked her in the face. Rachel not only screamed from the pain but because of David’s betrayal. Despite his flaws, he had never hit her before. But even Rachel could not hear her own howling as Adam’s cries amplified to high-pitched shrieks the moment she was struck.

She lived on the first floor, easy access for me. All those nights, I peeked out from behind my steering wheel and saw her pull down the blind, but I could still see her silhouette when she took off her top and sports bra. She knew I sat outside and touched myself, her voices told me.

-Narrator

“A covert order of British assassins believes your blood is a threat to the Crown. They refer to themselves as the Order.” He went on after assessing my silent emotional deliberations. “Your ancestors and mine made a pact that’s been in play for centuries. The terms were designed to protect your bloodline. My family was contracted to defend yours.”

The metal prongs of the stun gun bit into her neck, two cold metal teeth followed by a pain so intense, it sliced at every inch of her, a blade cutting from her toes to her fingertips. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and her legs gave out from under her. Lili’s scream died away in an instant as silence enveloped her.

“Jeezus, boss, what in the hells do you want from me? What you looking for in Harvey Leo?” His gaze locked with Maddocks’s. “What fucking game you playing with me here?”

-Holgersen

He’d been distracted since the minute he met her. Years of training and rigorous self-discipline had gone right out the window. She just had to look at him with those deep blue eyes, and his focus was shot to hell.

- Erik

If Blondie here wanted to watch me fuck his smoking-hot girlfriend, I was down. And if she wanted to watch me bang him, fine. I’d even do them both. I wasn’t picky.
I just wanted to be touched. So badly.

-Vada

Hey, Mr. Captor Man! How’s the family? See the game Sunday? Can you believe this weather we’re having? How about you letting me go and we meet up for a game of one-on-one at the rec center next week? Sound good? Okay, see you there!

-Frankie

“I can smell your body lotion,” he says. His eyes close as he inhales. “Lilacs.” A grin tips the corner of his mouth up. “I had one of my fans send me some fresh blooms to put in my cell.”

Would you open your mouth for me, please? I want to see how your stump is healing, or if it’s healing at all—though I would imagine at this point it’s still more than likely a bloody mass of pulp.

- narrator

“I have a secret,” she says after a moment of silence.

We all have a superpower: baking muffins, drawing pictures, listening to dead bodies speak to you. Hers is fucking men senseless. She’s not prim and proper. She’s exactly what I said last night. A ho bitch or whatever the fuck I called her.

- Lilah

He cupped a hand round the back of my neck. Gentle. Intent blue eyes, inches from mine. “If you’re right,” he said—no threat there, not scaring me, just telling me—“I’m going to kill you.”
He gave the back of my head a double pat. Smiled. Moved off, into the high-arched dark of the hall.