Kingdom

by W.S. Greer

It may make me sound crazy, but I have something dark that lives inside me, and every time I read one of these perfectly written novels about a domineering man who sexes a woman crazy, that darkness gets a little stronger.

Book boyfriends know how to use their hands, and they know that a sex toy isn’t their enemy but their best friend—their tag team partner.

So, non-readers may laugh at me, but I feel bad for them, because not having a favorite author to set your mind on fire sounds like hell to me.

“There you go again, trying to make me fall for you on the first date.” “The only place I’d want you to fall for me is to your knees.”

“Simply put, I’m gonna make you my filthy fucking slut. You're going to be absolutely disgusting for me. You will be my whore, existing simply for my use and pleasure, until I discard you like you're nothing when I’m done with you. You're for me to fuck, cum on, cum in, and have my way with, because you're my property.”

“I do think you're fucked up, and that’s what makes you special. I’m fucked up, too. The world’s most interesting people have always been a little fucked up. Let’s see just how fucked up we can be together.”

“Because in this Kingdom, the queen is more powerful than the king,” Nas explains. “No matter what scene we’re doing or what kinks we’re exploring, never forget that you're the queen, and without your approval, nothing moves. It doesn't matter what the king wants or how badly he wants it. Without permission from his queen, even the king is powerless. I’m paralyzed until you give me strength. I’m dead until you give me life. You are my queen, Alina. Do you understand?”

“That’s definitely

“You know I love you, right?” Nas growls as he pulls his T-shirt over his head, revealing tight, hard muscles. I suck in a breath, shocked by seeing him like this after so long. God I missed this. “Yes, Sir,” I answer. “Good,” Nas says, before stepping closer. “Because I’m going to fuck you like I don’t.”