Unhinged (Dance With My Demons, #1)

by Steph Macca

What a good fucking girl you are. Spread these pages while you spread your legs. Let all the unhinged, depraved darkness out.

Sometimes you need to cut ties with people… And sometimes those ties are arteries.

I guess we're all a bit fucked up though.

"Back to work, Grey. Leave her alone. I'll move you if you don't stop." It feels like I'm back in kindergarten, the teacher threatening to separate the two kids who won't stop talking. Except, we're not kids and we're not talking. This fucking lunatic is practically provoking me to stab him with a pen.

Grey looks up, hearing me, giving me a big wave. "Little killer! You found a lost puppy, Damon."

"Calm your funny farm. Stop speaking in tongues. What was in your room?"

I hear her choke back words, fighting with the devil on her shoulder. But the devil on her shoulder isn't as strong as the one between her legs.

"If you want. We don't have to do anything today. I just want to make sure you're comfortable. Because if I'm being honest, Avery, I'm addicted to you. And I have no intention of stopping. If that's okay with you, of course."

There's no point sugar coating it — I'm not a donut here to please anyone.