Bullseye (The Monsters Within Duet, #1)

by Monica James

I’ve almost forgotten society’s rules, because when doing time, you abide by an entirely different law. Inside, it’s survival of the fittest, and unlike real life, the difference will cost you your life.

short dark bristles on my skull.

I’ve never seen someone with two different eye colors before.

with it. And, after a while, I began to like it. I liked the solitude because touch connects you with another, and that’s something I’m not interested in.

It just highlights that no matter whether I’m free or behind bars, I’ll forever be enslaved to the past and what I have to do to feed the demons inside me.

let me fix youuuuuu

six-foot-four, two-hundred-pound fighting machine.

her sweetness is a goodness I want to corrupt. I want to thread my hands through her long hair and pull—hard—until she’s squirming, begging me to stop. I want to bite her, bind her, mark her because her purity is contagious, and

have never seen someone so…imposing before. He scares but intrigues me all in the same breath. Could it be because I see a prisoner trapped within, desperate to break free, just like me?

about

Nt afraid o feel doent know ho

don’t

My mouth hinges open, needing a second to get up to speed, but that’s all it needs before I’m kissing the ever-living fuck out of her. Every part of me aches because nothing is gentle about her kisses, but the pain only heightens this depravity within me.

I am transfixed by the mirror image—her cheeks are flushed, her hair wild, and her body contorts against me, milking everything I give because when she comes down from her high, she knows what this is. She knows what I’ve just done.

I’m possessing her, owning her, and she lets me.

Threading his fingers through my hair, he yanks my head backward, exposing the length of my neck to him. I suddenly feel like his next meal. And that’s exactly what I am.

Face to face, hands bound, I am imprisoned in every way possible, and when Bull’s gaze dips toward my sex, I am his willing captive. I want to kiss him so badly, so using what God gifted me with, I rise onto my toes,

He

Surrendering…handing

“The

“I break everything I touch, and the worst thing is…I don’t even care. I need to hurt you to feel normal. How fucked up is that?” I dare not move. “I have to tie you up and fuck you from behind because it’s what gets me off. I feed off your innocence. I want to corrupt it, and I want you to let me because it might erase this darkness within me. I don’t want to touch you because I don’t want to…pollute you with my sickness, Tiger.” I don’t know what

her?

Reaper

couldn’t

Guilt is is shadow

filled with something else. The feral hunger is heavy with possession, and the need to claim her suffocates me. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before, and something happens…my heart, the deadened mass, begins to beat faster. It beats with a passion it hasn’t beat with before. Severing our kiss, Tiger slowly opens