Cute but Psycho (Verfallen Asylum, #1)

by Beatrix Hollow

Drip. Drip. Drip. The blood went. It burrowed in my head like a bunny desperate to escape a hungry fox. Deeper and deeper until it was caressing my hypothalamus alive for one of the four Fs. Not fucking, fighting, or fleeing--I meant feeding, however fucked up that was.

I licked my lips, envisioning him flipping me around, yanking down my leggings, and plunging his psycho dick in my wet crazy-girl pussy, taking me right here against the wall of his murder cooler, the bodies cooling behind me as he kept plunging deeper and deeper.

Every time she was here in my office, her scent filled the space, wrapping around my neck like a collar. She smelled like oats and honey--rich and sweet. Like a plump, shiny, and tempting roll in the bakery window, begging me to surrender and take a big bite. I wanted to lick all that shiny butter and bury my sharp teeth in the soft texture of Bree Hamilton.

My fat cock was swelling in my pants and the urge to fuck was burning in my gut. Plus that annoying protective side of me was relentless and powerful.

Was he a scary, creepy motherfucker? Abso-fucking-lutely. That’s exactly why I needed him. I’d jiggle my tiny ass on his psycho lap all day long, feeling his venom leaking into my body.

“You think I came down here to let someone commit hari-kari on my cock?”

This big, dominating beast of a man was shuddering and groaning as the man he hated massaged his prostate.

A moment later we were in her room and I was all over her with my greed like a junkie diving head first into a pile of freshly chopped Colombian nose candy.

The word obsession always sounded so sinisterly beautiful to me. All those hissing esses like a loving snake trying to seduce you in.

This is probably one of my most recent favorite lines in a book!!!!