Pretty Monster

by Sheridan Anne

When a woman comes toe-to-toe with me, she knows what she’s getting. I’m up front about what I want, what I’m going to do to her, and hell, I might even give her a screaming orgasm before ending her life. But I draw the line at being a shitty boyfriend.

Yeah okay, creep.

I wonder just how fucked up it’d be to lick her arm? Just a little. I mean, not like a fucking dog slobbering and panting all over, just a quick flick of my tongue, just enough to get a taste. The idea has a subtle groan rumbling through my chest,

What the hell??? Out of everything he could've said.... He says this? Wtf.

Alex’s number he left taped to my door last night, and before I scurry out of my room and change my mind, I grab it, shoving it deep into my bag before getting my ass out the door and locking up behind me.

cookie crumb?

“You’ve got no fucking idea,” he mutters, his lips hovering so close to mine, tempting me with the filthy little promises they hold. “What’s it gonna be, Mace? I’m not playing your little games. Despite me showing up like this while you’re working, I’m not chasing you. If you want to see what this is, then say that, but I’m not dancing around your little ‘I don’t date my neighbors’ bullshit.”

I liked him...... until this.

“Despite how fucking good your body feels pressed against mine, I don’t consider stealing twenty minutes between clients as a win,” he says. “I want to take you out properly. I want to spend the night whispering filthy things in your ear and then I’m going to take you home and fuck you until you’re screaming my name.”

Cringe.

“I’m not a relationship kind of girl,” I warn him. “But I’m also not some whore who’s going to let you use me for an easy screw. If you’re taking me out, you’re going to respect me. You’re going to show me a good fucking time, wine and dine me, and then only if I say you’re welcome to my body, you can take it.”

Win. I like Kyah.

“Not at all, I encourage the filthy little things,” I tell him. “But if you can’t respect my boundaries, then those filthy little things are nothing but empty promises. Treat me like your fucking queen, and I’ll make you my king in return.”

fucked me into oblivion,

Author really likes this phrase. Overused, lol.

Fuck. How can I ever forgive myself? He died thinking the worst, and now he will never have the chance to make it up to me.

Make it up to you? He assaulted you. Dumbass.

Since the day I met him, I haven’t gone a week without hearing from him or getting some ridiculous text, and yet every time I think about him, all I can remember is the way his fist felt cracking against my jaw.” “You’re only human, Ky,” he tells me. “It’s not selfish, and you sure as fuck shouldn’t feel guilty about it. You did nothing wrong, and no one’s going to hold it against you for being angry. You have every right to feel that way.

Big jim is psychic? She didn't tell him what Crew did. TF?

I should have been thinking about her safety.

This feels redundant because how would he have known?

as he begins to weaken, I feel that same desperation I felt when I killed his brother. I’m not going to make it. I’m going to come in my fucking pants again.

Wtf is it with him? Tf??? Gross.

I stand there for a minute in shock, my chest heaving. I really need to get to the bottom of this whole “spontaneous ejaculation while murdering the men in Kyah’s life” thing. Perhaps I need to book a therapy session,

Not funny. Gross.

I needed it. I craved him, and what’s more, if he were to walk back into my room again, I’d already be spread out for him, begging for more.

So unrealistic. I dont buy it and why is she telling me what happened when he already did?

The thought of never getting to experience something like that again saddens me, but it also makes me feel as though there’s something messed up in my head.

Because there is

My very dangerous stalker.

Shut up, Kyah.

Not only did he make me come last night, he also told me that he took care of Mason Ledger. That I no longer need to fear him, and I have no idea what that really means. Did he kill him on my behalf?

What was the point of introducing Mason Ledger? Absolutely no excitement, no suspense. Pointless.

FIRST NAME: Alexander LAST NAME: Reid

Oh how shocking....... NOT

Getting his pants undone, I reach in and curl my fingers around his thick cock, not able to close my hand fully around him.

Cringe.

I lean down over him, the lingering ink on his chest rubbing against mine

Wouldnt it be dry? Hurting Him????

God, just the idea of this man exploding inside my little cunt sends me over the edge.

This is not just cringe, it's puke material.. Your little cunt? What Is wrong with you?? Did a man write this? Wtfff.

Something about his words strikes a chord within me, pulling at a memory, but I’m too worked up to figure it out.

Really? Playing oblivious now??

Hell, when we were locking up High Voltage Ink, I had to ask Alex to bend down to lock the dead bolt because I simply couldn’t bend to do it.

cringe

“You’ll never have her. She’s mine, Viper. All fucking mine.”

Wtf? Like Alex is a mind reader? God. So rushed.

I start typing out a response, despite knowing that all I’m doing is playing into his vile game of cat and

and mouse?

Terror warring with desire until he finally demanded an answer. What did I want? Him. Always him.

I know. Alex said this. Why is the story being repeated?

He fucked me right there in the middle of the thick trees in Central Park,

Really? Yeah, I had no idea. IT'S ALMOST LIKE I HAVEN'T READ THE LAST CHAPTER.

There was a brief flash of a syringe followed by a sharp pinch at the base of my neck, and then . . . nothing.

I KNOW! I READ IT!

God. That must make me some kind of monster.

YOU'RE JUST STUPID.

I must have been passed out for a minimum of four hours.

So specific. You nust have psychic powers too.

“Men’s, too,” he adds just for clarification. “That’s, uhhh . . . that’s a new discovery.”

Okay, this is funny