Her Soul to Take (Souls Trilogy, #1)

by Harley Laroux

There was something thrilling and cathartic in imagining being helpless. Helpless but pleasured. Helpless but desired.

“That would be too easy. I want to see you squirm, I want to see you beg. If you’re going to be damned, you need to go willingly.”

“You’re an asshole,” I whispered. “You are what you eat.”

I’m in a very sadistic mood and will gladly let you stand there and stumble through humiliating yourself all night. Or, you can just say what you really want, and I’ll bend you over this headstone, eat your little cunt until you drip down your thighs, and fuck you until you forget your own name. What’ll it be?”

“You’re a light in the dark, and I’ve been in the dark a very long time.”