Moonstruck (Necessary Evils, #3)

by Onley James

“You look sexy as fuck when you pout, Freckles. It makes me want to do very bad things to you,”

Atticus, equal parts brilliant killer and eager submissive. But only for Jericho.

“Fuck, yeah. God, that’s so hot. You’re so fucking hot. I want to watch you come for me, Freckles. Let me feel it.”

“But the choice was mine. Did any of your sons have a choice? At any point, did you ask if this is what they wanted, or did you just make it clear that this lifestyle came with a price tag? That they were killers first, your sons second.”

“Even if Atticus is a psychopath, he still wants your love and respect, and he doesn’t feel like he has that. So, if you were trying to be their father, you failed, and it’s sad because none of you seem to realize how good a man you’ve raised.”

Jesus, this was turning into a ‘who’s on first’ situation.

“Who are you fucking people?” Jericho’s smile unnerved even Atticus. “Neighborhood watch.”

“What did I miss?” “I have no idea, but I wish I’d missed it, too,” Atticus said.

“God, that’s hot. Just remember, kitten, in the office you have to call me Mr. Cretin. I wouldn’t want anybody to think I’m playing favorites.”

“Fuck, Freckles. That’s so hot. You’re so fucking hot. You like the feel of my cum on your skin? I do. I fucking love it. Love knowing I’ve marked you, inside and out. That you’re just mine. Fuck, I want to watch you come. Show me.”

How did a man get seven psychopaths to respond with such deference? Were they afraid of him? Grateful? Could psychopaths be grateful?

They just kept showing up, looking for a safe space. I just wanted everybody to feel safe.”

“I do okay for myself, Freckles, but my name’s not Rockefeller.” Atticus’s mouth went desert dry. “But it could be Mulvaney.”

“Who the fuck are you people?” “The medical board,” Atticus quipped. “We’re here to officially revoke your license.”