Pretty Monster

by Sheridan Anne

For those whose hubbies aren’t willing to pull a mask over their face and chase them through the woods. Dreams don’t always come true, but hopefully this will scratch that itch! Keep trying, girl. Persistence is key. He’ll cave eventually!!!

I’m not going to be Viper’s little plaything. Good for the hole does not mean good for the soul.

Kyah. Kyah. Kyah. My beautiful Kyah Renee Bailey. Fuck, she’s going to be mine.

There’s nothing quite like a little childhood trauma to fuck with a grown man and turn him into a walking red flag.

I might even give her a screaming orgasm before ending her life. But I draw the line at being a shitty boyfriend.

It’s gonna be fucking amazing, the sweetest rush, just like when you’re ordering McDonalds and they accidentally give you an extra cheeseburger for free. Pure bliss.

She’s fucking dazzling, and I know if she were looking up at me like that, I wouldn’t be able to resist a damn thing she wanted. Hell, if she asked to strap on a fucking ten-inch monster cock and peg me, I’d be straight on my knees telling her which drawer I keep the lube in. But fuck, if she wanted to go in dry . . . shit. I don’t know about that. Ahhh, who am I kidding? I’d still do it with tears in my eyes, only for her though. Fuck. Ending her life is going to be harder

I stare up at Alex with wide eyes, waiting for him to break the news, my heart pounding so hard I fear I could collapse, but then he pulls his hand out from behind his back, my giant dildo braced between his fingers as a starved smirk crosses his ruggedly handsome face. “Surely this doesn’t fit, Mace.”

Then with one quick move, his arm shoots up above the door frame, and before I know it, my giant dildo is suction cupped to the drywall, way too high for me to reach.

God. Sometimes men can be such idiots.

Crew clenches his jaw, and in a flash of lightning, he rears back before striking forward, his fist cracking against my jaw. I fall back, crying out in agony as I crash into Crew’s table with relentless momentum, my ribs instantly bruising against the sharp corner of the table as ink and equipment sprawl across the floor.

“Let me make it clear for you,” Alex rumbles, his arm locking around my waist and pulling me in, our bodies pressed tightly together. I suck in a gasp, that same tension snapping like an elastic band between us, my heart racing. “I’m going to fall in love with you, Kyah. A week from now, a month. I can’t be sure, but it’s happening whether you want it to or not, and I don’t give a shit if that scares the shit out of you.”

“When you take me in your mouth for the first time, I want you on your knees in black lingerie with that collar strapped tightly around your throat. Only then will you taste me.”

God, he really made a fool out of me. I stare down at the proof in the palm of my hand, the devastatingly beautiful face of the man I’m falling in love with—Alex Fucking Reid.

I turn to walk out of her room when I finally see it—the same blood-red lipstick that painted her lips last night is now scrawled across the wall in big block letters. I KNOW IT’S YOU, ALEX. SMILE FOR THE FUCKING CAMERA.