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“A well-fed devil is more loyal than a starving saint” has never been a truer statement than when it comes to the Lords.
In a world of shouting men, be the one who remains silent, my mother used to say all the time. If they cannot hear you, they won’t see you.
So what am I afraid of if death isn’t it? I’m afraid of failing those that I love. Of letting my brothers down and leaving them to fend for themselves. I hate being unable to protect the ones who rely on me.
She’s what a man dreams of—dress her up and show her off to your friends, make them jealous of what you have. And then take her home, tie her down, and make her your dirty little whore. Show her what it’s like to be owned.
If I can’t have love, I want power. I want what a man in our world gets, but I’m going to have to work twice as hard for it because I have a pussy and tits. Fine by me. I’ll show them that I can do whatever they throw at me with a smile on my face while bleeding between my legs.
I’ll tell her she’s a pretty whore while I make her crawl to me with a butt plug in her ass and a vibrator shoved up her cunt.
“Want me to tell you all my secrets?” I give her a threatening smile and go on. “The only way I’m going to talk to you is if you’re naked and on your knees with a gag in your mouth.”
“I’ll tie you up in a tight little ball, suspend you from the ceiling so that your cunt, mouth, and ass are easily on display for me to fuck.” I like the way her face pales at my words. It makes her eyes a brighter blue. “Once I’m done violating you, I’ll sit down, have a smoke while I let you hang there, and watch my cum leak from your stretched-out and overused holes like the worthless whore you’re meant to be.”
I want her on her knees while my cock fucks that pretty face. I want her gagging and crying with my hand tangled in her long dark hair, watching her cry.
I thrive in the darkness. It’s where all monsters feel most at home.
I’m not even sure what to do now. I had a plan, but of course nothing is going as I wanted it to. Like my fucking life.
For someone who has a cunt, she’s got balls.
I thought I was hungry, but after he spoke to me about what I’m going to do, I no longer wanted pasta. I wanted him.
It’s going to feel good. You’re going to be coming all over yourself for me like a good whore.”
I hate how much my body enjoys him. Just his presence makes me wet. His words make me weak, and his touch…fuck, my body craves it in the most delirious way.
Put a bell on me and call me kitten. I’ll purr for my Lord.
I should be kicking and screaming every day at him. I should be trying to start a new life and run as far as I can. But I know it wouldn’t matter because he’d bring me back. It’d just make me wet, and I’d find myself crawling to him on my hands and knees, begging for him to fuck my life up.
My jaw is so sore, and I’m dying of thirst, but he’s right. I enjoyed kneeling at his feet waiting to be used. That scares me. He could do anything, and I’d get off on it. My body was trained to be a whore. We all are in our world. Sex is used to control us. Manipulate us. We’re all made to need it and will do anything to make it happen.
“Only I see you naked and only I touch you. If any other man does, I’ll make sure it’s the last thing he does.”
I’m having too much sex. Is that a thing? God, I hope not because we fucked last night and then again this morning, and I could still do it again. It’s like a drug. An addiction. My body craves it all the time. I can’t get enough of it.
I want him to kiss me again and make it go away. I want his hands holding me down while he tells me I’m such a good little whore and I can take it. To come all over his cock just so he can flip me over and fuck my ass.
I’d rather him strip me naked, tie me down, and gag me while he fucks my ass and calls me his good girl. That makes me his whore. When he’s gentle, it makes me vulnerable.
A woman has to always be on guard. I’m not one of those men who live in a world that think the women aren’t different than the men.
Nothing is going to happen to us.” His eyes soften, and he runs his knuckles down my cheek. “I wouldn’t put you in a situation where you could get hurt, doll face.”
What have I done to deserve her? Abso-fucking-lutely nothing. But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to take advantage of the beautiful brunette who just took my last name.
As much as we’ve been through, I trust him. I protected him, and he’s done the same for me. Now I owe him my life.
if I wasn’t already on my knees, I’d fall to them for her.
Allowing myself to fall in love with her is madness. No matter how I try to justify it, the ending will be the same. I can only hope I have time to leave her with something that will remind her of me.
I want to piss her off because I’m loving her attitude. I’m in the mood to rile my wife up, pin her down, and fuck her senseless.
I’ve learned that it’s okay to love someone no matter how little time you get with them.
Some dreams feel real but so do nightmares. What you see in the dark will come to light.
“In a world where it’s either you or me…I’ll always choose you, doll face.”
Just know that it was real for me, and I hope that one day you can forgive me, beautiful.
I should have gotten down on one knee and begged you to spend the rest of your life with me. I should have told you how much you changed me. That you showed me what being alive truly felt like. I always felt like I was missing something…my life was boring. Same thing over and over. And then you walked into my life with that amazing smile and when I looked into your eyes—I saw a future that I never thought existed…not for a man like me, anyway.”
When put in any kind of situation where it’s either you or me, it’ll always be you.” I’ll always put her first.
When you fall in love with the devil, you see him differently. But I forget just how dark he can be. I like this side of him just as much as I love the other sides of him.
moving forward, I will kill any bitch who tries to take him from me. I fight for what I want, and he’s it for me.
Haidyn’s fingers dig into Hudson’s eye socket before his eyeball pops out. My knees go weak, and I swallow the vomit down, not wanting to embarrass myself. Haidyn holds up the bloody eye with one hand while the other grabs his bloody knife out of his pocket that he slit the other guy’s throat with and flips it open. He cuts off the nerves that still hold it in place. Then he hovers it over Hudson’s good one and squeezes his hand into a fist. It pops the eye in his hand and blood squirts all over them.
He’s more than I could have ever imagined. He’s got a heart of gold and will protect who he loves fiercely. I want to do the same for him.
I sit back crossing my arms over my chest. He’s not going to get an apology from me. I wanted the bastard dead because he had his hands on my wife. I know it was a little over the top, but I sure as fuck don’t regret it. Now I wish I had made it slow and painful.
The one thing I keep coming back to is if she dies before me, I’ll put a fucking bullet in my brain the day I lose her.
My wife is gorgeous, but there’s just something so fucking sexy watching her turn into a blubbering mess while she’s covered in cum.
She’ll spend all day being my whore. Then I’ll take her out to dinner and show off what’s mine.
