Caution Tape (Mutual Monsters Duet Book 1)

by Molly Doyle

He is just another conceited man who believes his shit doesn’t stink. But in reality… he reeks.

“Touch me like that again and I’ll peel your face off to use as my next Halloween mask. Capiche?”

On Thursdays, it’s nails. Saturday’s chainsaws.

“Cora,” he says, grinning slightly, “we might be mutual monsters.”

“It hurts,” she spits out, eyes wide, mouth agape. “It hurts so good. Holy fuck—” “There’s nothing holy about the way I plan on fucking you,”

I watch as Cora raises the blade above her head while slowly rotating her hips, making Michael gasp, and then she slams the blade down, burying it into him. He screams, but so does she. She throws her head back and cries out, leaning back until her head is nearly upside down, and in doing so, she sees me. A twisted, satisfied smile breaks across her face, and a thin line of drool drips from her mouth. It is one of the scarier things I’ve ever seen. She’s stunning.