The Gargoyle from General Management (Claws & Cubicles, #3)

by Kate Prior

It’s not going to be in a specifically siren-y kind of way, like seducing him so I can get a good dose of vitamin jizz, but in a fun, I deserve to have a little bit of closeness with no strings attached.

Ew. Vitamin jizz.

“When. You. Fuck. Me. I want you to leave me broken and crying for more.”

Forget wings and tails, I want to know how his tailor works the fabric of time and space to make that monster hide. I have girlbossed too close to the sun. That's not going to fit in me. It can't. There's no way. Maybe I just thought I could flirt with the big gargoyle, and it wouldn't end with me being absolutely demolished, but I'm starting to think I was wrong.

Fuck it, I’ll die by getting dicked down. It’ll be good. That’s probably how I was meant to go anyway.

“Oh. Well, I can set you up with a different kind of mouthguard for—” she says and looks too excited at the prospect of telling me how to protect my teeth against stone cocks for all the mouth-bruising fellatio I want.

“Do you think if you make it harder for people to love you, and they're still there, that will prove to you finally that you're worthy of being loved?”