Hidden Bodies (You, #2)

by Caroline Kepnes

SHE shaved; I knew she had it in her.

When I wrap my hand around Amy’s cum-stained throat,

I take a shit. I don’t flush. I leave. An hour later, she texts me: I love that my bathroom still smells like you.

She is bare as I expected she would be; no jungle there.

I keep one hand in Love’s vagina and one hand on my phone. I am a multitasker. I don’t bask.

Every morning begins with Love riding my dick.

her new jeans are so tight, I hope she gets a yeast infection.

“That’s just Milo stroking his dick and calling it a hand job.

It is possible to know people. They show you who they are. You just have to be looking.

“Are you decent?” “Yes!” Love shouts, with no regard for my morning wood.

He is tedious and he lacks imagination and he stole from me and he is a vampire, sucking the life out of his sister. I hold her.

“I would eat that ass,”

litigious

Peach was not very passionate about women’s rights. She was passionate about women’s pussies.

“Do… you… speak… English?” she asks. NO, BUT I SPEAK CUNT.

you don’t even know the level of ass I am getting.