Glitch (Next Level, #1)

by Briana Michaels

For all the dirty minded, filthy mouthed, smut loving readers out there: May you always come so hard, your mind and body both GLITCH.

I’m going to wrap my hands around your throat and squeeze until you see God.

Glitch has to be a demon. A big, sexy, came-to-fuck-the-soul-out-of-your-body demon.

He’s probably married. If he was mine, I’d put a ring on it. One on his finger and another on his motherfucking cock.

I swear he could lure me into Hell, and I’d joyfully skip the whole way down.

He leans into me and growls, “Brat.” He knew that about me already. I never hold my tongue when we play online, and it’s time I learn to not hold back in all aspects of my life. “Whatcha gonna do about it?” He drags his eyes down my body. “Fuck around and find out.”

Did she need someone to take care of her? I volunteer. Did she want someone to make sure all her needs were met? I. Vol. Un. Teer.

“You narrate audiobooks.” “Smutty ones, mostly.” My eyebrows lift to my hairline. “I want to listen to one.”

“I’m so fucking sorry. I’m sorry I took so long to get to you. I’m sorry you had to ever be around an asshole who couldn’t appreciate what he had. I’m sorry you don’t see your beauty like I do, or that you can’t grasp how truly insanely amazing you are.” He jerks the chair, making my heart leap in surprise. “I’ll spend all day, every day, telling you the truth. I’ll growl them in your ear, carve them into your dreams. You’re the most beautiful creature I’ve ever met. You’re funny and talented and built like a goddamn wet dream.”

“And if you gain weight, lose weight, dye your hair, shave your head, or change in anyway, I want a portrait of it. I want all of you. All your phases, all your transitions.”