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Alec pointed at it. “What do you want us to do about this?” “Bleach,” I said. He headed toward a back closet. I eyed Greg. “He bled a lot.” Greg’s dark eyes rose to mine as he took another pull from his cigarette. “Fresh corpses tend to do that.”
If hell had orgies, his cologne was what they smelled like: dark, smoky, with a seductive hint of spiced musk and the subtle tang of sadism.
I dropped my voice. “The man wants to eat you. And not in a hot way.” Her expression flashed to shock. “No.” Ryan nodded. “It’s a cannibal fetish.” Taylor looked like she was going to be sick. “No.” “Is this your first one?” I asked. “WHAT DO YOU MEAN, IS THIS MY FIRST CANNIBAL?” she screeched.
Words like sweet, bitter, sharp, and musky came to mind, descriptors that most women didn’t want to hear, because they didn’t sound like they should taste good. But they fucking did.
Finally someone being honest about the taste of pussy
The mobster and the camgirl, out together at a nice family cookout. What was the worst that could happen? “I’ll come.”
Famous last words
She glanced from Josh to Aly and back again. “Aly …” Her eyes flared. “Oxen free?” “Oh, Jesus,” Aly said, grabbing Lauren’s arm and dragging her away. I frowned as they brushed past me. “The fuck?” Josh had a sheepish expression on his face when I turned back around. “Don’t look at me. I have no idea what that was about.” For some reason, I didn’t believe him.
behavior. I prayed she stuck around. With her here, his presence was 90 percent more tolerable.
