Fractured Freedom

by Shain Rose

Tell everyone I love them, except that asshole brother of yours. You wondering which one of the four, aren’t you? It’s because every single one of them is an ass.

Instead of going home, I got seduced by her and didn’t even take my time stealing her virginity.”

“Yes, there were like ten perfect times to offer up that information. I could have told you when we were getting undressed, when I texted you, when I kissed you during the movie. I obviously didn’t want to.”

“I’ve been deployed for three months, and it’s not every day the girl of some of my hottest fantasies sticks her hands down my pants.”

“I have to put this pussy on a pedestal so I can eat like it’s on a platter, baby.

he could give me big brother advice after having his dick up my pussy before any other man had.

I was going to hell. Not just the normal hell but the inferno. All the rings. Every fucking circle. My name was completely and utterly on point in this instance.

Telling my best friend that I’d put my damn cologne on for his kid sister was not something I was about to do.

“I bet. I know college is full of booze and boys. You make sure you have some fun with both.”

God can’t get you there. No one can but me. I’m the one who rules this pussy, baby. You gave it to me, remember? And I didn’t give it back.

“Look at me, Lamb. If I don’t see your pretty eyes, you don’t see stars.”

“That you might be a sweet innocent lamb, but you’re my lamb all the same.”

You can tell them I graduated from ‘baby sister’ to felon,”

“I’d have loved to be subjected to someone’s bullshit, but honestly, I’m happy I subjected you to mine first.”

“You have some nerve throwing that in my face like your dick wasn’t happy.”

Was he insinuating that I was still hung up on him? If so, I could get over his huge ego and his huge everything else real quick.

“I don’t jump on beds, Lamb,” he said through a smile. “Ever?” “Ever.” “Well, why not? It’s fun.” He quirked a brow at me. “There are other fun things to do on a bed.”

“Just remember not to get on your knees and eat, pray, and love with the wrong man.”

“I’m not watching a fucking camera for hours, man,” he said it like it was above him. “You watch a damn screen all day while you fiddle on computers. What’s the difference?”

“I’m going to enjoy seeing you get pussy-whipped, man,”

I had all the women in the world, but the one I wanted was off-limits, and that just made me want to cross the line even more.

“I figure my mom already raised me with church every Sunday, and I don’t know. I don’t have things I know I like to do other than read and study.”

“What are you reading?” “Would you believe me if I said a self-help book?”

My kindle was filled with hot men on covers and spice so hot that I was sure my face was on fire.

“Lamb, when you blush like that, it’s motivation for me to steal the thing from you to read myself. Self-help doesn’t do that to you.” “Well, it ...

“What’s the self-help you’re reading today?” I bit my lip. “Well, the guy in this one explores temperature play with the main character.”

Dom: Did you make sure not to drop soap in there? Dimitri: Man, that’s a joke for men in jail, idiot.

It is seriously pure joy. Good food and good books are probably my favorite things.

“So I’m living with the mob now?” I bellowed. “Well, I live a door over. I can move in here if you’d like to make your statement a fact.”

“I like this new fight in you, Little Lamb. I have half a mind to make you really show it to me.”

“I was going to read and go to sleep,” I said. “No, you weren’t. You were going to be mad and stew. You need to relax. So let’s try something else.”

“I’m giving you a massage. That requires oil. You want it on your clothes?”

He smirked like this was all so easy for him, and that made a dimple pop in his beautiful cheek. I had to stop myself from literally getting up and licking it.

I practically orgasmed from the feeling. Somehow, it was painful pleasure; the line you walk between agony and pure bliss.

“You think lying to a guy who pulls lies from people for a living is a good idea when I’m on top of you with my hands near your neck?”

It had me storming back into her room to put us in our rightful places. And when her shirt came off, I knew I wasn’t leaving until I had my hands where they belonged.

“I’m aware. There’s a ton of ways to torture a human.” “And that’s what you intend to do?”

“I intend to make you see that my torture for you is seduction, my punishment is pleasure, and you’ll only fear how much your body can take.”

Delilah Hardy coming around my hand literally could have kept a dying soldier alive. That girl rode an orgasm right, like she’d studied it, and she was fucking valedictorian of it too.

“I slide home into you, you’ll only be exploring one for the rest of your life. I won’t share you.”

Dante: You’re making things difficult again. Me: Not difficult. I’m on a date. Please stop texting me. Dante: Your date’s in the bathroom sniffing coke. So the sooner you end the date the better.

Me: Don’t tell me what to do. Dante: Why not? You listened so well last night.

I could show you a better time back here. You want dinner and your pussy licked, I’ll do both.

“Sorry, man. If we were loud—” “Quite frankly, she wasn’t loud enough. Considering I know exactly how she sounds when she wants someone to fuck her.”

“You walk out that door now, I’m going to have to chase you, Lamb. And I will catch you.”

“Don’t you get that you’re the heaven, Lilah? You’re the heaven.”

an Armanelli man was just a walking, talking target without his family beside him.

I’m not military anymore. I’m an Armanelli.

“You’re talking to the one person in the world I refuse to have hurt.”

“When a man pushes himself on a woman, more specifically my woman, I intend to teach him manners or have him die learning.”