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In memory of my Satisfyer Pro2 Rechargable Clitoral Stimulator. I should have recognized the signs of burn out. I should have stopped when you made that weird, terrifying zapping sound. It was either you or me at that point, and I’m ashamed to say I chose myself. You died with a hell of a bang. R.I.P.
Survival tip #136 Loneliness won’t kill you. Violent men with guns? They might.
Survival tip #66 If you’re trapped between two predators, don’t worry about taking sides. You’re probably dead anyway.
Survival tip #118 If your feelings are beating you up, beat on someone else instead.
“I killed your herd.”
Survival tip #144 Fear the fury of a woman who has nothing left to lose.
a chorus of feminine voices roar back. A storm of Valkyries.
Survival tip #164 Rangers Lead the Way. (Even when they shouldn’t.)
“You want to hide away from every piece of shit out there instead of fighting, then I’ll build you a damn fortress.” I grab her thigh and hitch it over my hip so I can line myself up with her pretty cunt properly. I fuck her against the tree through our clothes, and she gasps. “You need a monster to protect you from the monsters, then I’ll do the dirty work. My hands are already filthy with it.”
“But if you want to learn how to rip out their throats yourself, sugar, then I’ll show you how to fucking bite.”
“No, Dom, I don’t think you do have your end. In fact, I don’t think you ever had it. I always, always pick it up first, and sometimes you come round to chip in when it suits you. But you’ll let your end drop—you always do. Hell, you’ve dropped more chairs than I can even keep track of. I don’t know that I trust you to put your hands on my chair.” I don’t think we’re talking about the chair anymore.
If he tells me I should just know, I’m going to set his chair on fire.
“Because I’m not here for a quick fuck, Lucien. I have seven years of courting to make up for.” He kisses my cheek. “Seven years of romance.” He nips my earlobe. “Seven years of apologies.”
Survival tip #328 Move in with the gorgeous man. For protection and stuff.
“I’ve been waiting my whole life to fall in love with you.”
“You’re a hypocrite.” At the word, my back stiffens, and he smiles sourly. “How can you think it’s possible for you to love multiple people just the same amount, but that I can’t do the same? We’re crazy complex people, Eden. Not everyone can be everything for someone. You and me, we can’t be each other’s dominants—but is that really the only thing you need from a partner?”
Who asks three times if their hole is to my liking? Oh. Right. Maybe she was flirting.
“Fucking mating dance,” Dom mutters. “I’m going to put the fire out. Make sure nobody molests Lucky.”
Now, hi there, Jasper, I would really like to stretch my girlfriend’s ass out as far as I can. Be a doll and help me out?
He stares at me like he’s praying.
“Girl, I really thought with five guys on the run, you would have at least worked out how to swallow.”
Survival tip #317 The fairytales lied. The ancient forests are safe. Cities are where people go to die.
“Follow me, little ducklings. Make sure you stay nice and close to Mommy. One wrong turn and the Sinners will make confetti out of your brains—and that’s not even counting all of my fun surprises.” Bentley winks, then turns back to the city. “Welcome to Cyanide. Try not to die.”
Survival tip #308 If you elect to have a life partner, try to choose one who won’t get you killed.
