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. It speaks to me, and it takes total concentration to block out the sound.

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.

“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.”