Thieves and Monsters (Three Fates Mafia, #1)

by Clio Evans

I’d move to an island where I’d become an old lady that cooked pies and owned a library with every spicy book known to woman. I wanted to lay out on the beach with a margarita in one hand and a vibrator in the other, not a damn care in the world.

I had a three million dollar pussy, and that was officially the highlight of my shitty day.

“My brothers would love to merge with me and fuck you. I bet you could take our cock with some magic. I bet you’d beg for it, beg to service us.”

“It’s funny because I knew. I watched you enter our penthouse. I watched you think you got the best of us, all the while I hunted you like prey. You were so blessedly oblivious and I knew the moment I saw you, your body would betray you. That you would belong to me.”

“Undress me, little thief,” he demanded. “We’re going to find out how much you can take. If you can suck me off better than I can suck off Damon, maybe I’ll let you brush your teeth after you swallow my cum.”

“No, little thief. I like tears. It would be even better if you had mascara on, so it could run down your face while I fuck your mouth.” “I hate you,” I breathed, leaning up on my tiptoes so I could pull the shirt over his head. He helped me, his chest now exposed. He was hot, and that made me hate him even more. “That’s okay, baby,” he said. “You can hate me and still take my cock like a good girl.”

“Everything about you reminds me that a beast can worship a goddess,” he murmured.

“I do want to eat you,” I said, stepping close to her. I cupped her jaw, forcing her face up so that she was looking at me. “I want to fill you. I want to breed your little cunt with my monster cock. I want to hear you scream while I knot you.” Her breath hitched. I slid my hand down her neck, careful not to push against the collar. I could feel her pulse under my fingertips and could hear it too. “I want to be so deep inside you that I can feel your heart beating around my cock and both knots,” I purred. “That’s how I’m looking at you.”

“But don’t worry, princess,” he rasped, his monstrous expression enrapturing me. “I may worship you, but I can still fuck you like you are a whore.”