Lights Out (Into Darkness, #1)

by Navessa Allen

Was a biting kink a thing? It must be because I was rock-hard for it.

I really hoped he wasn’t planning to murder me because I’d feel real dumb when it happened.

I stood there staring at him while my ovaries donned their warpaint and started metaphorically chucking eggs at the man.

Fuck him. And fuck me too. Past me, specifically, who’d read about edging and thought it sounded fun. It wasn’t fun. It was torture.

He was like a soft dom – sweet in the streets and mean in the sheets. But, like, mean in the best way.