Lights Out (Into Darkness, #1)

by Navessa Allen

The new girl wasn’t doing too well. She was curled up in one of the cheap, uncomfortable plastic chairs when I walked into the breakroom, staring into space. Her scrubs were rumpled, messy bun slipping sideways off her head, blonde strands sticking out like she’d been pulling at her hair. Beneath the fluorescent lights, her skin looked waxy and pale.

I wanted to crawl to this man. Give him the most toe-curling, leg-shaking, dick-throbbing, sheet-gripping, soul-sucking, ball-draining head of his life.

“Aly? Do you want to be my girlfriend? The position comes with snacks and orgasms and maybe a little light stalking.”

Like a phantom cock in the middle of a party. Oh, God. Don’t laugh,

How dare you impugn the good name of my son. Your son? Yes. Sir Frederick Cappellucci-Hammond, the first of his name.

“I was scared you were hurt, and I did what I felt was right,” she said, her stubborn streak emerging. “And I was careful. I snuck out with a loaded gun. If you’d been on the ground, I would have shot Brad. I’m not sorry for what I did.” “You will be by the time I’m done with you,”

“I said I didn’t want people to hear you, not that I wasn’t fully okay with telling everyone I meet from this point forward just how well you take my cock.”