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“The only ass I’ll handle tonight is yours with a good spanking if you don’t get in my fucking car right now.”
He orders you around, making your pride revolt while your pussy purrs. He plays whiplash with your emotions. His mindfuck, next-level. He doesn’t give you a choice; he takes control.
“I’ll never hurt you, Vale, and I’ll kill anyone who does.” I’m in awe. In shock. In love?
“Now,” he orders, “for once in your life, Vale Monroe, don’t give me hell. Do exactly as I say. Do you understand?” It stammers over my lips, “Yes, sir.” “Good girl.”
But what I’ve been afraid of … ever since she was eighteen and I was thirty-two … is that I crave Vale Monroe like I’m an evil, starving man.
“You’re right, Vale. We are just getting started because now, you’re mine.”
“The situation you forced me into. It’s not my fault you’re a lying, controlling, criminal dickhead who thinks he’s Clark Kent and sucks as an Uber driver. I’m giving you a one-star review!”
If you think Mondays are notoriously bad, try suffering one with a pseudo-kidnapper who wets your panties, and a twin, trying to sober up from a one-night bender on dick and love.
“I’ll make you come, Vale. So many times and for hours, I’ll take my time and won’t give up until you do. I’ll give you more than what you need, what you can handle, and you’ll take it like a good girl. You’ll love it. You won’t be able to walk the next day. You’ll just lie there, satisfied and begging for more.”
used to guess the color of your panties, but now that I know you wear white cotton thongs with little red bows, that’s all you’ll wear for me. Only me. Understood?”
“Why do you call me ‘poison’? I get calling someone ‘baby’ or kinky names during sex, but poison is deadly and—” “Because it kills me, Vale.” He lifts my chin so our eyes meet. “It kills me to want you like this, to feel this way about you, knowing no one can ever know, and we can never really be together.”
“Shut up,” he cups my head on his chest, his voice even softer, “and let me finally sleep with my woman.”
“Yes, be such a dirty girl for your daddy now. Yes, suck me. Suck me, baby.”
At times, everything feels right with her. Like she’s the moon and I’m the sea, I’m forever drawn to her.
“You wanna come for daddy?” I rub her clit harder, faster. “You want to be a good girl and watch me make your tight little pussy come so hard on my thick cock?”
“You’re such a good girl, Vale, coming on my cock while I fuck your sweet pussy.”
“You were never broken, Vale.” Love strains my voice. “You were always mine.” A sob escapes her throat as I kiss the tears falling over her flushed cheek. Her cries—joy, relief, awe, gratitude, pleasure … and something else—flood my heart. I hold her while it rains through us. I didn’t know I could feel this much for a woman. It’s overwhelming and undeniable. It makes me confess everything I’ve hidden for years, “Poison, you take my breath away, and you can have it. I belong to you, too.”
I’m an evil man for wanting her, a redeemed man for having her. I will burn in hell for this heaven, and let’s go. I was going to hell anyway.
“Is it a surprise that I love you? I love you, and I mean it—I’m never letting you go again. You’re mine. I’ll give my life for you, too.”
“Please don’t because I love you, too.” The emotions strangling my throat release with my plea, “Don’t ever let me go, Nash. I’ve always belonged to you.”
Aw, he’s capable of murder for me. Again. Yes, I’m clearly fucked up, too, because I find it romantic.
