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For the spooky bitches who always thought Michael Myers was swinging a horse cock and would fuck like a demon. He knows you can be a good girl and a dirty slut at the same time.
The tropes, triggers, and kinks in this book are such as stated below: 1. Sexually explicit scenes 2. Decapitation 3. Self-harm 4. Accidental castration 5. Intentional castration 6. Sex without a condom 7. Mention of suicide prevention 8. Mention of rape 9. Mentions of murder 10. Mention of child abuse & child sexual assault 11. Child sexual assault 12. Blood play 13. Knife play 14. Daddy kink 15. Pseudonecrophilia 16. Death play 17. Body modification 18. Blood painting 19. Mask kink 20. Age gap 21. Bullying 22. Mention of adoption 23. Virgin main characters 24. Step-siblings 25. Stalking 27.
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They say the system fails everyone in one way or another. Everyone is traumatized by people as they grow up. It’s a part of life, of being human. It’s something older generations were more accepting of and my generation is intolerant to.
Bellatrix Rothchild. My only guess is that her parents are huge Harry Potter fans and decided to take one of those weird names and give it to their only daughter.
I want obsession, determination, and possession. I want someone so hell-bent on having me that he’ll chase me to the ends of the Earth just to make me his. I want a man who will stop at nothing to have me. I want a man who’s toxicity knows no bounds. He’d not only die for me. No, that’s too minimal. I want a man who would kill for me and take the life sentence with a smile on his face.
Since my sentencing, I’ve added one hundred people to my body count, hence the frequent visits to the prison psych hospital.
time is not something I have a lot to give along with fucks and humanity.
He was talking about raping her, forcing himself on her. No, not fucking happening. Over my dead body. No one fucking touches her. Not a single person, even if she wants them to.
Hell, I have my own sexual desires but you don’t hear me screaming about how I want to play dead and be fucked into the mud by a man covered in blood while holding a knife to my throat.
Talon is Alexis’s stepbrother and, spoiler alert, the side piece I mentioned before. It’s unconventional, but it’s their business, not mine.
“This is Lieutenant Henry Sullivan. I need a protective detail assigned to my daughter, Aurora Sullivan, and give them the specific orders that she is not to know they’re there.”
Hell, I’ll kill anyone who has touched her because she’s mine. No one else should be alive that knows how she tastes or the way she sounds when she gets off. No, that is something only meant for me.
When I say I want someone who would do anything to have me, I don’t mean a fucking rapist. That’s the most disgusting behavior in the world.
“Trust me. You didn’t weird him out. I saw the way he was looking at you. You two had that whole insta-lust shit going on. Besides, it’s even better if he is mute. You won’t have to worry about him saying stupid shit that throws off the vibes. I’m just hoping you at least get your first kiss tonight with Mr. Hottie.”
He thrusts all the way in, splitting me in two with the sword between his thighs, and he pins my arms above my head as he waits. I’m just waiting to die from trying to have sex and failing because of all the guys I could’ve taken to my bed, I had to choose the one swinging a damn horse cock.
If there is one moment in my life she should’ve stayed the fuck out of, it was the first time Trixie and I had sex.
Only one woman gets me hard enough to bust through drywall and that’s my girl, my Trixie.
This is what happens to those who look at what belongs to me. You have been warned. -Damien King P.S. Happy Halloween
I can’t stay in Chippewa Falls and, by now, you should know why. I want you to come with me when I leave. I’ve waited so long to have you, my pretty little dead girl. I won’t leave you behind in this shithole. Yours, Damien King
I gave my virginity to the infamous Halloween killer and I’d do it again. Maybe I’m just as fucked up as he is.
It seems Talon and I have something in common, issues with our step-sisters. Mine raped and brutalized me. His pretends she doesn’t want what they have. Different issues, but issues nonetheless.
That’s one thing that has always pissed me the fuck off. Rape. It doesn’t matter who it is against—men, women, children, rape is rape.
There is never a fucking reason to rape anybody.
I’m a dark and twisted motherfucker. It only seems fitting that my woman is at least a fraction of that.
No matter how dark and twisted it is, I want him to want me. I want him to crave me like I’ve always wanted to be desired. I want to be the final girl, the one in horror movies that make it out alive and become an obsession for the killer to finally get. However, in my head, the horror movie ends differently. It ends with him taking me away from this town and being content just having me.
I didn’t think this level of devotion existed. I thought it was only possible in my fantasies, but he’s right here, staring at me like I hung the moon and created the stars.
I’m just as dedicated and obsessed with him as he is with me. It’s not love. It’s better than that. It’s everything.
“Keep begging like the good little slut you are for my dick, pretty girl.”
He may be a weirdo, but he’s all mine.
Damien King is dedicated to me. He wants to keep me with him–happy, sated, and safe. I will do the same. I don’t care who I have to kill to make sure Damien and I can stay together. No one will rip us apart ever again.
He releases my lips for a moment to smirk at me. “My pretty little dead girl has some dirty deeds of her own.” I smile up at him. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”
