Make Me (The Silent Hollow, #2)

by Alina May

The tortured poets get me every time.

fucking hate to admit it, but his kills are poetry.

The good part of my soul died that night.

“My name’s Logan. You call me that again, and I’ll shove my dick so far up your ass you won’t even remember what you look like.”

“Feel me on you? That’s a man getting you off, Ronan. A fag.”

“You will? Do it then, short fuck.”

“If you’re thinking of running, keep in mind that I’m a pretty good shot up to 50 feet.”