The Butcher of the Bay: Part II (Mounts Bay Saga #2)

by J. Bree

“I know it’s not, that’s why I can handle it. You’re not doing shit until the doc clears you so keep that perfect fucking ass of yours where it is. Let me take good care of you.”

“How is that any different to what I usually do? Mon Monstre, I’ll go insane if you force me to stay in here.”

“Baby girl, if you’re here in my bed, in love and of your own free will, you’re already fucking insane and fuck am I glad about it.”

I use her hair to direct her, pulling and guiding her gently, pissed about the concussion because there’s nothing I want more than to choke her out with my cock in her throat. She

"Baby girl, the only tears on your face from here out better be from choking on my dick."

Hahahaha wow

There is nothing this man wouldn’t do for me. Not even feeding my enemies to cannibals.

I’ve always known true power is being about to look at that goddamn throne and have the power to kill anyone on it but never take it for yourself.

I wake up the next morning with mon Monstre naked and warm behind me, and four new jars on my bedside table.

"This is mine. The whole fucking lot of this body and this ass and those fucking tits are mine. You think anything it could change into will stop that? Nah, baby girl, you've got it all wrong in that perfect head of yours. It's fucking mine now and it's mine when you're all big and round with my babies and in fifty years when you’re gray and covered in wrinkles it's still mine. Don't you ever fucking forget it. I play for keeps and you're it."