The Skull Crusher (Skull #2)

by Penelope Sky

You’re voracious, insatiable. You’re the kind of woman that makes me feel like a man.”

Death was a beautiful, merciful thing. When the body was broken beyond repair and the pain was unbearable, death was the ultimate painkiller. Only healthy people feared death. The broken worshiped it.

“Don’t give me back to him,” I repeated, as if he hadn’t heard me the first time. His blue eyes gave nothing away. “Balto?” I pressed my forehead against his and wrapped my arms around his neck. “Baby, I don’t know what I’m going to do.” His arm hooked around my waist, and he rolled me to my back, staying inside through the maneuver. “I have no fucking idea what I’m going to do.”

“Baby, I’d never let anything happen to you.” I would defend her with my life, torment Lucian every day by reminding him she belonged to me, not him. With her legs wide apart and her tits shaking with the thrusts, she looked into my eyes with parted lips. “I know…”

I’m basically a pig being prepared for the slaughterhouse. The sex was just sex. The conversations were meaningless. All of this was meaningless.”

“Every time I think there’s a glimmer of hope, I’m wrong. And those moments hurt far more than anything else. Hope is a dangerous thing. I would rather die and get it over with instead of wasting more time on hope.”

I wanted to be the Skull King. But she made me into a man.