Stutter.: Rayne-Moore University (Rayne-Moore University Duet Book 2)

by Ruby Darling

“if she brings you peace amongst the chaos, if she seeks to be in your arms even when you’re angry, either of you, if she chooses you over and over again, looks at you like you’re the most interesting creature she’s ever set her eyes upon, even if she has no idea what you’re talking about, and loves you despite what a complete shite you are sometimes, you keep her. And you never let her go. A woman like that only comes once in a lifetime. She will love you so fiercely nothing will ever compare.”

She’s in my mind, my heart, my veins. I’m a fucking addict and she’s my drug.

If she told me she wanted to find a way to go to a magical university full of witches and warlocks I’d find a way.

Sometimes, a girl just wants to choke on a fat dick until she’s crying and gagging and told how pretty she looks with a dick in her mouth.

Until he apologizes to my girl, he can choke on chode.

I hope his pillow is warm on both sides and they make his favorite book into a movie – not a series – and ruin it.

She’s my present and my future, I had no past before her, and I want no future without her.

Siren. I don’t think you understand exactly how deranged I’ve become just by loving you. If you run, I will chase you. If you hide, I will find you. If you jump, I will catch you. If you fall, I will be there when you land.”

“Forever my pretty girl,” he shushes, “Forever mine.”

“You are mine, Siren. I have never wanted anything or anyone as much as I want and love you.”

We find oblivion together.

He was right. I’m nothing but a filthy, dirty cumslut but I’m his cumslut.

And even trapped in the ether, will I love you… if you’ll have me.”

His pause is nine months pregnant.

“You and I both know she doesn’t bake. Our little heiress can barely make the bagel toaster function properly.”

I stifle a giggle, really wanting to laugh at how silly we probably look wearing all black clothes and balaclavas – two Grinches wearing fucking fanny packs about to ruin someone's Christmas and one of them has tented pants.

“Your throat, my punch, Jonas.”

How do random kisses in random places feel so much more intimate than when he’s balls deep in my core?

My life. My love… Has the coldest fucking feet.

Ding-ding-goddamn-ding.