Ruthless Creatures (Queens & Monsters, #1)

by J.T. Geissinger

“There are no secrets here, babe. We’ve been best friends since before we had pubes.”

I love Sloane 🤣

“He could be Jack the Ripper and I’d still let him come all over my tits.”

“So I like dangerous alpha males with big-dick energy. Don’t judge.”

You’ve dated three guys in the last five years, none of whom you had sex with. At least if you were a nun, you’d get to have sex with Jesus.”

“Sorry, princess. If you’re looking for a knight in shining armor, you’re looking in the wrong fucking place.”

“For future reference, if you see a woman wearing a wedding gown, the only acceptable thing to tell her is that she looks beautiful.” “You are beautiful,” comes the hard reply. “But it has nothing to do with that fussy fucking dress.”

“Simple is better on you. Perfection doesn’t need any embellishment.”

He growls, “Interrupt me again and I’ll take you over my knee right here and spank that perfect ass of yours until you’re screaming.”

I need to kiss you.” “No.” It’s faint and not altogether convincing. “Then come sit on my lap and let me finger fuck you while I feed you dinner.”

🥵🥵

“I want to taste every inch of you. I want to hear you scream my name. I want to make you come so hard you forget your own. I don’t have time to fuck around—excuse the pun—with the kind of wooing I’d usually do to win you, so that’s why I’m being so blunt.

“And you didn’t throw yourself to your knees, rip open his zipper, and latch onto him like a sucker fish?”

“I want everything you have to give, Natalie, for as long as you want to give it to me.”

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you since the day we met. I’m not someone who obsesses over things, but I’ve obsessed over you. To the point of distraction.

I’d rather have the ugly truth than a beautiful lie.

“For a guy who claims to be such a bad scary criminal, you’re a big softie.” “Only for you.”

“So either don’t tell me your secrets or don’t make me fall in love with you. Because once I fall in, even death can’t make me fall out.”

There’s nothing more the girl loves than drama. Well, dick. But also drama.

My god, the way he talks. The man is the Shakespeare of smut.

My boyfriend is named after a mythical personification of death?

He takes my face in his hands and gazes down at me, letting me see everything. All the need. All the longing. All the dark desire. “That’s where people go when they need to feel better: home.”

“Home can be a person, too. That’s what you are for me.”

“I shouldn’t have told you that. You don’t need to know all the ugliness of my life.” “I’m glad you did. I don’t want you to carry that all alone.”

“You’re making it up! Nobody glows because they had anal sex!” With a straight face, she says, “Sure they do. It’s from the phosphorescent glands in your sphincter. Why do you think my complexion is so great?”

“I left something in California.” “What?” “My heart, baby. My cold, dead, worthless heart, which didn’t even beat before I met you.”

“You’ve made this monster into a man again, my beautiful girl. Now fucking come for me.”

“I’d kill him before I’d betray you. I’d burn his whole empire to the ground before I’d turn my back on the woman I love.”

I’m his queen … and he’d kill his own king for me.

I can’t wait to see his face. I also can’t wait to set it on fire and put it out with a hammer.

The way I laughed out loud 🤣

He says softly, “You’ve changed.” “Yep. I’m not worried about being easy to swallow anymore. You can choke.”

Yes Natalie!!!