Caution Tape (Mutual Monsters Duet Book 1)

by Molly Doyle

“There’s nothing holy about the way I plan on fucking you,”

Most of the time, all of the time, I feel cold and reptilian, with only vague notions of wants and needs. But with Cora, I want her. I want to play the game. I want things to escalate. I want them to get better, get worse, descend into chaos. I want her to destroy me, and rebuild me just to destroy me again, as I struggle to do the same to her.

I’ll be having too much fun fucking the gaping stab wound in your stomach. Warm, and squishy. And self-lubricated. Made just for me.” “That’s hot,” I moan, wetting my lips with my tongue. “You’re a sick, twisted little freak,” he groans, taking a sudden sharp turn. “You know that?”

“Where did you come from, Cora?” he asks me, grazing the cold flat surface of the blade against my clit. A shiver travels down my spine. “Same as you, Nolan,” I answer with a hushed moan, grinding my pussy against his knife. “The darkest corner of the coldest depth of hell.”

And when my eyes set on what he’s been using, my jaw drops. It’s a bone. He’s been fucking me with a bone this whole time. And it’s just given me the best fucking ride.

Cora needs someone to tell her that the murder and blood fantasies are fine. Sweetheart, of course they are.

But we’ll be doing the world a service by butchering the woman who left a one-star review at a medical clinic because “my nurse had way too many tattoos to be professional.”

His voice is mild; amused. “I’m going to fuck Cora’s brains out right on top of you. If you’re good, you can lick my cum out of her.”

I run my bloody hands through his hair, and he presses his forehead against mine, breathing me in. My orgasm swallows me whole. Here we are, embracing one another and coming hard while his annoying bitch of an ex bleeds out on the bed beside us. How utterly romantic!

Then, amazingly, she blows me a kiss and saunters out of the room. Did I just get dumped?