Hunting Adeline (Cat and Mouse, #2)

by H.D. Carlton

and I wonder if she puts so much effort into making the outside look pretty because her insides are a cemetery of bones and decay.

“I’m here, little mouse, I’m here,”

“Meadows, baby. Our last name is Meadows.” “Yours. Don’t get ahead of yourself. You’ll be expected to beg.”

“You really want to cause mass extinction for those names? Moan them, little mouse, I dare you. Whichever ones you choose, not a single man by that name will fucking exist anymore. How about we start with Chad? We can definitely live without the Chads in the world.”

My cock hardens painfully in my jeans, picturing them wrapped around my head instead. She likes to try and suffocate me between them, but I would gladly die between her thighs.

“Our mouths are touching the same spot,” she says shakily. “Does that count as kissing?” “You tell me, little mouse. When I make you cry out for God, does that count as praying?”

Heaven isn’t a place you go to when you die, it’s inside the person that’s worth dying for.