A Throne of Ruin (Deliciously Dark Fairytales, #2)

by K.F. Breene

Do you know what’s getting old? Your eggs. Best get that big alpha dick up in your cumquat so you won’t prove that red-headed wankstain right by dying old and alone.

I wonder if I could give you (<—oops) someone as many orgasms as these heroes give their ladies.

—The end of this letter has come, but not as hard as me the last time I thought of you someone.

Have you ever had a woman lick your pussy? We’re better at it than men.

“You are a vagine-ah,” Cecil told him. “I wish I were, I’ll tell you that much. I wouldn’t fear the demons then. I’d get bloody and be like—come at me! I can do this for days, no problem. Bleeding does not mean I’m dying; it means I’m readying to duplicate and come at you with an army!”

She said that there was a book for every single moment, and she was not satisfied until she had found it.”

“You’re daft sometimes, you know that?

they were called fantasies for a reason.

“That’s it, I’m going to commission a maid outfit. I’ll be your second maid, how’s that? I’ll be with you every step of the way, doll. I won’t leave you to brave the demons on your own. You need a damsel to keep you level. I’m the best damn damsel there ever was. I scream right on pitch.”

“Whose stupid fucking idea was it to act out the sex scenes in those books? I just read one that faded to black. Let’s fade this to black, get off here, and then get off here.”

“You love my rage.” I really did—especially when he exploded into my body with it.

“Don’t play dumb, Dolion. You’re already stupid enough.”