Torn In Two (Saint View Slayers vs. Sinners, #2)

by Elle Thorpe

“You can’t fucking kill animals, you psychopath!” X shouted. Though wasn’t that the kettle calling the pot black?

Kara watching from the other side of the room as he undressed me. Stripped his clothes. Forced me down on my knees and demanded I take his cock.

Hawk grinned while he prodded at the wound. “You can cry if you want, you know? I’ll judge you, but if you just want to let go of those tears…”

“Our dads tried. War’s a decent shot. I just ain’t.” He peered at me over the top of his thread. “But War can’t sew up a wound for shit, so who would you prefer here right now?” I didn’t mention the fact if it had been War here, with his better aim, I probably wouldn’t be the one bleeding right now.

“Get over here and sit on my face, Kara.”

He’d said to sit on him, but I really didn’t want to have to explain to the police that the dead man in this bed was courtesy of suffocation via vagina.

Hayley Jade healthy, happy, and in school. Hawk. Hayden. The three H’s of my heart.

“Let her fly on her own wings. She doesn’t need you right now.”

“Sex swing,” I pointed out, passing one. “Any strong positive or negative feelings about that?”

I followed the hallway straight into a dead end…with a motherfucking dildo wall. I cocked my head, staring at the array of knee-to-waist-height dildos attached to the drywall. “What sort of porno Narnia did I just walk into?”

“I hate you,” he muttered. “Try saying that again when your mouth isn’t full of my dick.”

can walk! Hawk, put me down.” “Not a fucking chance. If I stop to put you down, I’m fucking you right here in the middle of the goddamn driveway. There’s no way I can watch your sweet ass sway while you walk and not want to pin you down and yank your dress up.” She looked at my face and saw I was dead fucking serious. I was barely keeping it together as it was. She swallowed hard. “Walk faster then.”

Would it be lame to pack a picnic? Would that seem like I was trying to turn her casual invitation into a date? I so wanted it to be a date.

I’m pussy-whipped as all fuck and will do anything for that woman,

I wasn’t sheltered away from the world anymore. I had to live in it, and the world didn’t accept women wanting more than one man.

But there were simple pleasures here too. Like a man teaching you to drive his truck, just because you’d asked.

“And sometimes I wish the two of you would just admit you want each other and kiss, but hey, we can’t all get what we want, can we? I’m going out to help some people who aren’t in the middle of using an argument as foreplay.”