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July 17 - July 20, 2025
This book contains the word “cock” 94 times and the word “dick” 95 times. There is so much sex in this book. Like, so much.
“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.”
Strangers that know the darkness inside the other, whose souls have twisted and collided, marked the other… but strangers, nonetheless. Once everyone is signed in and seated, the lights are turned off and an interview begins to play.
I knew I needed to give him space but I don’t want space anymore. I miss him. Maybe I’m being a brat, maybe I just want his undivided attention, want him to spank me and withhold my orgasms and be brutal with me because that’s when I know he loves me most. When he bullies me before, praises me during while degrading me, and then holds me so tenderly afterward, petting me for being such a good girl.
We were either doomed from the start and there’s no way to get past this, or we can overcome this together but it won’t happen while we’re apart.
I stand immediately, urging my legs to go to her, to pull her to me, to kiss her so fiercely she knows how I feel. That I love her. That I forgive her. That even though I want to know her past, it won’t hurt our future. Her secrets can be hers. That I want her and what she does outside of us, is none of my concern.
As my boyfriend, he’s worried. He doesn’t say it out loud, but he looks at me with concern. He always takes me out for soup or ice cream afterward, depending on how sore my throat is, and worst of all – He won’t let me blow him! Like he’s scared he’ll damage my vocal cords further. 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.
He stares at Raven in disbelief, as if he can’t fathom how she could have done that if Chase had drowned. I asked, and when she told me he died with his face between her thighs, I decided that was the way I want to go, too.
“I love when she reads to me. Weirdly it makes me feel like I’m being useful when a lot of the time, I feel useless. I know sometimes she’s trapped inside her mind. It must be chaos – all those words up there… but I want to know them all. I don’t care if she only signs to me or simply expresses everything she feels via body language and facial expressions. I always want to know how I can make it better… then I think I do. I think I have a handle on things because she had a good day. Because she went to bed smiling. Because she’s safe in my arms.” I rise and stare down at Maverick. “But every
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“Have I ever told you about George?” She turns in my arms to face me and shakes her head. I grin. “You know the big ugly gargoyle on the bell tower?” She nods once. “That’s George.” I chuckle softly. “The day you walked on campus, I was up there scoping the place out, talking to him,” she arches a brow, “Hey, think what you want but he’s a great listener.”
“I’m crazy, for sure, baby. But… I’m crazy for you. And only you. I’m near you and I need to be closer. I’m inside of you, and it’s not enough. When I’m away from you, I feel like I’m drowning. But then I see you again and I can finally breathe right. You have totally and completely consumed whatever sanity I had left, and I don’t ever want it back. You’re my heart, baby. Every beat of it is yours.”
“Jonas!” My eyes cross at the rasp in her voice when she says my name. It’s a war of tongues and lips, swallowing the other’s moans because I can’t fucking get enough of the feel of her under my hands, around my cock, her skin on mine, can’t get enough of the way she kisses me like she loves me. Like she can’t fathom a life without me, and I return it tenfold, because I can’t either. She’s my present and my future, I had no past before her, and I want no future without her.
If her soul is mine, then mine is hers and I want her to take, take, take it from me until they’re woven together so I can find her in every lifetime.
I need her more than I need water to survive. She is the balm to my insanity and yet, every time I’ve been inside of her sweet body, I’ve been lost in throes of delirium. Madness and chaos I welcome because she’s consumed every bit of me. A silent, unmerciful storm that’s shaken and thrown my world around and I want more. Crave more. Because she saw me. Saw the sickness that resides in my mind, heart and soul – she saw, she accepted, pocketed it, and chose to love me. I lose it.
I want her to be like that again. Untamed and feral. The beauty to my beast.
It’s sick. I’m sick. I’m a horrible man with sadistic tendencies, but the only one I have ever wanted to sic them out on was her – my fallen angel.
“You are so tragically beautiful; it hurts every atom of my being to look at you. To be near you and not touch you and yet I can’t stop craving you. A drug to an addict. I have tried to rid myself of these feelings and yet they stay. Persistent so that I can’t think. I can’t eat. I can’t breathe. I can’t sleep, unable to function because you haunt me… these eyes, your lips,”
“I don’t think you understand the maddening effect nor the gravity of this situation, 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.”
“There is no escaping me anymore and if you want to burn your world down, then I’ll hand you the match and fan the goddamn flames as you set it ablaze. But you and I, we burn together.”
“You are mine, Siren. I have never wanted anything or anyone as much as I want and love you.”
“Let’s check, shall we? Shh Amourette, I’m a doctor. Let me feel this pretty cunt around me so I can check for bruising.”
Home isn’t always a house. Sometimes it’s a person. Sometimes it’s a dysfunctional family that somehow makes it work because the love there makes it home.
I crave them to the point of licentious absurdity. One touch, one word, one look and I’m salivating, pussy drooling, ready to be on my knees for them, to be used and fucked like their special sex doll.
“So, when school first started, Damon put a bio-tracker in Raven-“ “The man is demented.” “The man is proactive.”
I miss George. He’d say the right thing about my relationship – fucking nothing.
Where I was made to worship Jonas and made to be loved and worshipped by Damon, I was made to serve Maverick.
“Even in your nightmares, your dreams, your hallucinations, my love for you is the realest thing. Cling to that every time you feel lost, and I’ll always find a way for you to come back to me.”
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I used to think they were some of the coolest eyes I’d seen, until I peered into silver eyes that gleamed. Until I stared into green-brown hazel eyes that merged with a ring of sunset between them. Until I clashed with eyes so light green they made my heart stop.
I do miss him, and I do still love him… but I miss me more. I love me more. Maybe that’s selfish or brutal of me to even think… but sometimes holding on to someone just because they were in your past causes more damage than just letting go.
“When and if you ever call me Daddy, it’s because my dick has been so far down your throat, and I’ve fucked you every which way to Sunday you can’t remember my name, much less yours.”
I want to fuck you, maim you, tear you apart… just to put you back together and then make you laugh when you don’t have the strength to smile.”
Where he’s had to kill in order to keep himself alive, or to get rid of real evil. I’ve killed because I’m a spiteful, angry, rage-driven woman. Fuck, I’m a psycho killer that hears music while she kills.
His taste, the lingering scent of our girl on his flesh, and the feel of his soft skin over such firm muscles are fucking with my brain chemistry.
“They’re all gonna fucking die, Damon.”
She’s mine. One hundred and fourteen hours and forty-three minutes. That’s how long she was gone from my sight. Never a-fucking-gain.
“I loved you longer…” That may very well be true… but I will love her harder.
Silent tears… her silent tears hurt me more because it means I can’t help. All I want to do is reach into her body and cradle her heart in my hands.
