In Silence She Screams (Midnight Mayhem, #3)

by Amo Jones

Welcome to Midnight Mayhem, where we fuck with your head because our heads fuck us on the daily.

I’m not going to give him the answer he wants, and that is that sin is my favorite color.

“I’m gonna go ahead and suggest you wear the crown with your top hat.” “And why’s that?” I ask, reaching for my pack of smokes. “Because you’re looking like a fucking King.”

Any other girl would see the flags and take them for what they are—red—but I’m partially color-blind.

“The broody hard-to-get thing you have going on isn’t working, just FYI, so when you’re ready to swallow your pride, I can lube your throat with my cum so it goes down easier.”

Lilith is the kind of chaos you find yourself needing because she makes you feel like you’re not alone with your madness.

“I didn’t choose. I won’t choose. They’re both fucking mine. Now are you done?”

‘Always a rebel, forever a soldier, one as a lover, the other don’t bother.’

Our love wasn’t the kind of love that was written in the cards… It was the kind of love that burned them.