Why Don't You Make Me? (Why Don't You? #1)

by Rae Knight

“Oh, yeah,” I fake moan, as Kyle continues to lick at the wrong spot. That's my inner thigh, Kyle. Can you really not tell the difference? You're twenty-fucking-two!

“I’m telling you, you need a professional.” She leans back, crossing her fishnet-covered legs beneath her Lolita-blue dress and black corset. “I’m not sleeping with a sex worker,” I groan, bending over my bowl.

Her guys are into kinks that are way out of my comfort zone. “I’m not wearing a tail.”

"You’re right—I do tend to fly toward dangerous things. But let’s be clear, Sadie—you’re not the flame. You’re just the pile of ash left behind when the real fire burns out."

He’s got everyone fooled with that golden-boy charm, making people believe he's sweet, with a heart of gold. But his heart’s as rotten as a poisoned apple. He’s a demon wrapped in an angel’s body, and no one’s the wiser. No one but me.

Clearly you have some issues we need to discuss, Tori. But for now… this feels so fucking good.

I don’t give her a moment to breathe before I move—darting across the bed, rolling, and landing behind her like the stalker I am.

I start walking toward her—slow, deliberate, enjoying the moment.

Run, run, my little bunny. The big, bad wolf is coming to get you.

Or maybe I'm so sick in the head that I want him to fuck me so rough that I cry.

They're so tense, I could stick coal up their asses and get a diamond within seconds.

“I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me so good, I forget what you've done to me.”

My nightmares have become my dreams, and my dreams have become a reality.

Ryder can be bone-chilling at times, almost as if there's a monster he's constantly battling inside—one that's begging to be released, to rip away his conscience and bathe the world in blood.

I'd like to shove a broom stick up his ass and ask him how he likes it.

I revel in the screams that erupt from him as I push deeper, feeling the satisfying pop as I finally rip his eye free.