Devour the Dark (Devourer, #2)

by Nikki St. Crowe

He has no regrets, he tells everyone, but he is full of lies. His nearest regret is sitting in the chair beside his bed… …begging him to be okay.

She has me. Every part. Heart and soul and every dark urge. I am hers. And she is fucking mine.

“If we’re to do this, the three of us, it must be explicitly clear that you both have me equally. I like to share. It’s my favorite thing in the world. I want the Captain’s cock in my mouth and my cock in your pussy and I want to hear you both moan as you come for me.”

Maybe this is love. Maybe love is the same as worship.

We could all learn a thing or two on our knees.

Impropriety makes you flush and I find it fucking hot. I will have you begging for depravity before long.”