Ignite (Beneath the Blaze #2)

by Luna Mason

“Good boy.”

“Once you get a taste of the Irish, ya never go back.”

This world has fucked up everything for women. Taught them shame. Like they’re not allowed to want things. Need things. Like pleasure should only ever be a reward, never a right. Bullshit. For the small amount of time we actually walk on this planet, why can’t we just fuck who we want, when we want, and exactly how we need it? Everyone would be a lot happier running through the woods and fucking against trees like the feral fuckin’ animals we all are born to be.

“Well, this isn’t just about sex. Not for me. I like you, Hallie. You as a person. I want to get to know you, all of you, properly. Your little quirks, what makes you laugh, and what makes you tick. So, will you go on a date with me? For real?”

didn’t recognize the monster in there. My chest feels like it’s caving in. I can’t breathe. “I-I need some air,” I whisper to Charlotte.

Pussy…