Unhinged (Dance With My Demons, #1)

by Steph Macca

"To be honest, this place is the most fucked up, psychotic invention full of unhinged sociopaths. And it's still more pleasant than my childhood home. How's that for fucked up?"

"You taste sweet like trouble and danger."

"Oh, God," she mutters breathlessly. "Fuck. Oh, God." "I'm your God now, little killer. And I'm your fucking Devil too."

"Oh, I'm full of trouble, little killer. The best kind."

"Fuck," he hisses against my lips, resting his forehead against mine. "I love listening to you come."

"You've got to relax, baby girl. Because when I finally claim you with my cock, you're going to take all of me."

"Your body is my territory, my sweet victory. Together, we'll rule the unhinged, little killer."

God. I have some balls on me today. Who knew that having someone balls deep in you would make you grow your own?

"Baby girl, stop," he groans, grabbing me. "I didn't call you that because I thought you were a murderer when we met. I called you that because I knew you would be the death of me. But it's a sweet death, one that I welcome."