Things We Left Behind (Knockemout, #3)

by Lucy Score

“As your father liked to say, ‘We can’t drink all day if we don’t start now.’”

“You never know. Sometimes making things nice on the outside makes them better all the way through.”

I turned slowly and drank in the godlike hotness of Lucifer himself.

“Sooner or later, my friend, you’ll learn that embracing the messiness of life is where you find its greatest treasures.”

“There are some things we never get over. Some things we hide from the light,”

I swallowed hard, suddenly feeling like Little Red Riding Hood coming face-to-face with the big, bad wolf.

“Shut up and take my cock like a good girl,” I ordered.

I felt no shame in joining the rest of the female patrons in admiring his superior posterior.

“Put your bare cock in me and make me come, Lucian.”

I was possessed by Lucian Rollins.

She paused, staring at the mound of pillows I’d arranged in a U. “You remembered,” she said softly. “I remember every second of us.”

“Oh my God. You’re willing to have penis surgery just to make babies with me?”