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He who was once a rapist and child trafficker is now pig shit. So fucking poetic.
The daunting name of this small town is fitting, considering it's where everyone's dreams go to die.
But I'd rather die rebelling than die submitting.
this house was built when the dinosaurs roamed and is filthier than Francesca's sins.
Mainly because I fucked her thoroughly before I gave her a brand-new identity. Then, she disappeared on me—just like she was supposed to. And it fucking enraged me. Now, she stares at me like a tiny rabbit caught in a trap, squealing to be freed. She escaped me once, and I let her. I won’t allow it a second time.
Letting him fuck me was one of many mistakes, but I wanted to feel what everyone else was feeling when they had sex—what normal people felt. I wanted sex to feel good.
While Z focuses on the trafficking rings and larger operations, Legion was formed to focus on the smaller fish—
Now things make sense as to how everything is connected to Cat and Mouse.
Dill and Chili
Piggies
Garlic and Paprika
Piggies
Oregano
Momma Pig
They were already named when I inherited them, and when I first heard what they were, I thought they were stupid. Who names pigs after seasoning? Now, I find them quite fitting, considering their diets. A little bit of spice with their human meat.
fantasy novel from Adeline Reilly that I’d been reading.
This is tied in so well!!
“That’s also new. You gonna use that on me, little ghost? I don’t mind joining you in the afterlife.”
Omg! Little Ghost!!
It was just one night. People don’t fall in love that quickly, and it would be insane to think otherwise.
Me and my hubby <3
“At one point in our lives, we don’t know our soulmates at all. But that doesn’t make them any less of one. Sometimes… sometimes you just know.”
“Come on, little ghost. Let’s go stuff that pretty little mouth.”
Said mouth drops, and he grabs my hand, pulling me after him as he laughs. What a dick. He’s lucky it’s a really fucking nice one.
Because staring into her eyes is the only thing I needed, to convince myself she's everything I'll ever want for as long as oxygen invades my lungs. I knew it deep in my bones the day I met her. Even back then, my soul immediately recognized hers as its other half.
I’ve worked hard to defend myself against a man’s touch, but one kiss from Cage is fucking paralyzing.
“Jesus Christ,” Cage groans. “Sit on my fucking face, Molly.”
Cage was the last man I slept with, and something about that is utterly embarrassing. I’ve gotten intimate with plenty of vibrators throughout the years, though I could never muster the courage to let another man touch me again.
I need to breathe, but I need to come in Cage's mouth so much more.
“I need more,” he rasps. “You can have me,” I whisper. Dangerous words to say to a predator, but it’s been so long since I’ve felt this alive.
A perfect combination that creates a masterpiece da Vinci fucking wishes he had invented.
“I know you can do better, baby. Let me see you take my cock like a good little slut.”
He left them all over my body when he raped me. He, on the other hand, has no recollection of it. If it wasn't for my mom bearing witness to it, he'd be convinced it was someone else. She was also drugged and too delirious to stop him.
Damn. That is fucked up.
Later, she spit on me for trying to steal her husband. As if he wasn't my own father.
Again. Fucked. Up. But sad to realize that this does happen.
“I want to be the only man on this entire fucking planet that knows what you feel like. And if I’m sharing this knowledge with a single soul still walking this earth, then I will be removing them from it.”
“That's how I seduced your father, ya know. I was wearing these skintight leather pants and a bright red halter top.”
Lol
He gets sensitive when I talk about my sex life in front of him.”
I would too! His mom!!!!
“And, for the love of God, wear something comfortable. We'll be sitting on a couch drinking and trash-talking my wonderful son, so please don't feel the need to impress me with a silly dress. I guarantee the ones in my closet are sexier anyway,”
Damn. At least she's honest...
It sparked a passion I didn't know I had. Turns out, making people disappear would be how I'd save them.
“My condolences to his wounded ego.”
Once that's done, I proceed to call every hotel within a thirty-mile radius and book them out, too.
But why?? To keep her safe?
And I don't know if I've ever been offered food and water in all my twenty-five years of life.
That is just sad.
“I’ve never had pizza before, so I don’t really know. I guess just cheese is fine.”
This poor girl!!!!! Never had pizza?!?
“I know I don’t have to. But I like to eat,”
I'm going to fuck him. And for the first time, it'll be my choice. I'm so fucking nervous, but it doesn't feel… bad. In fact, it’s exhilarating. It's a foreign emotion, but I can understand why people get addicted to it. Because at this moment, I've never felt more alive.
You go girl!!!
“So, I told her, ‘Ma'am, if you're going to keep talkin' all that shit, at least carry some toilet paper with you to wipe your damn mouth.’”
I'm not much of a sweets person. Unless, of course, it's Molly's pussy.
“With as stiff as you are, I fear my son will be marrying a wooden puppet. He'll be picking splinters out of his—”
“I'll make sure to buy him a magnifying glass then,” Molly says, one corner of her lips curled upward. “For the splinters or his penis?” “Ma.”
“How viable is your uterus? Eggs haven't shriveled yet, right? I've been waiting for grandkids.”
Smh.
I'm overcome with the urge to show her just how wrong she is. She’s mine, as explicitly as the heart in my chest.
I want her to fucking convulse like she’s being possessed, and it’ll be my cock inside her while she does.
Cage, on the other hand, easily makes my pussy weep, and he hasn't even touched me yet.
“Then that's all you need to do. You don’t need to do anything else, except let me make you feel good.”
“Let me hear your words,” he purrs. “Do you want me to kiss these pretty tits? Or I can kiss your sweet pussy. I'll fucking feast on her if you want.”
“Please lick my pussy. I need you to make me feel good,” I plead. “You promised.”
“Christ, baby, you taste so sweet, I don't know how I'll stop. I would gladly drown in the prettiest cunt I've ever eaten.”
