Souls and Sorrows (Monsters & Muses, #5)

by Sav R. Miller

“And you’ll have yours in a box if you do not remove them from her person immediately.”

“Doesn’t seem wise to speak about another man’s wife that way,” I tell him in a low voice. “Especially when you don’t know how that man might react.”

The seeds of things you care for don’t stop sprouting just because you can’t water them daily; they’re far more resilient than that.

“Oh God,” she moans, pressing her forehead into the wooden surface. “Does this feel like church to you?” I bring my hand down on her ass, and she tightens around me. “Save your prayers for Sunday, Little Nightmare, and say my name when my cock is inside you.”