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Our parent outfit, the Riccis in Boston, would have my head on a fucking platter within the hour.
Monsters & Muses reference
And holy fucking hell, I want her. Want to break her body in half as I dive inside, filling her veins with my blood.
“Elia…” My father’s voice comes from behind me. A warning. “Don’t do something you’ll regret.” Smirking to myself, eyes glued to where she disappeared through the French doors, I brush some dirt off my Armani suit jacket and yank on the lapels. “Sometimes, regret’s the only emotion worth a damn.”
“Women have been lining up on my doorstep since word got around about my massive cock.”
Parents have that ability; they create you, and in return, you spend your whole life craving their approval, even if they don’t deserve it.
Shifting in my seat, I shrug. “I don’t do that. That’s what Kal is for.” Kal Anderson, the doctor we keep on payroll because of his affinity for torture and clean hits. He’s infinitely better at it than I am.
P&P
Nothing good can come from having your choices taken away.
“Now, let’s get inside and do this, so I can get you home and underneath me.”
Something hard and oddly shaped digs into my hip. Without breaking away, I can tell by the outline that it’s a pistol. Having the weapon pressed against me is arousing, the danger this man exudes making me unsteady.
shove away from the redhead, ignoring how she laps at the saliva dribbling down her chin from my sudden withdrawal—like she’s trying to tempt me to return. For some reason, the gesture only serves to disgust me further. Siena is too fucking easy. A puppy vying for my attention. I want the lioness—the woman I have to work for. Beg for. It’ll make her surrender all the more sweet.
Nothing’s always bad, right? If you look hard enough, you can find the good in anyone.”
“I can do whatever the fuck I want, baby. This is my castle, and I’m your goddamn king.”
“Cristo,” I grit through my teeth, the muscles in my ass clenching as I rut into her. “Your pussy is tight. Fits my cock like a goddamn glove. Didn’t think it’d be this perfect, did you?”
The Montaltos usually leave the former to Kal Anderson, who many refer to as Dr. Death, although that doesn’t stop them from utilizing his medical services when in need. The man is officially on Ricci payroll as an in-house physician, and unofficially as Death incarnate.
P&P
the only way I’m letting her go now is if they pry her from my rotten corpse.
“You really think I have use for anyone else after having tasted you? After I’ve been inside you? There’s no pussy tighter than yours, amore mio. No mouth that gets my cock harder than the one attached to your beautiful little body.”
“Kal Anderson is here to see you, sir.”
oh shit!
“You’re not supposed to move head injuries.” Recognition flickers before I even turn my head, and when I do, I’m met by a flash of black—the Grim Reaper in the flesh. Doctor Death. Kal Anderson stares down at me with dark, soulless eyes, the sharp angles of his face highlighted in the club’s shadows.
P&P
“I want you to know I’m putting that girl back together if it’s the last fucking thing I do. Her scars are not permanent; they’re erasable. Just. Like. You.”
I want to own her; for our souls to be so entwined, there’s no way they can ever be separated, but not at the expense of her goodness. Her innocence. Fuck me; I want to love her. I think I might already.
“I’m gonna fucking ruin you, baby. Gonna come in you and brand you with my semen. Maybe lick that pretty pussy clean when we’re done, just so I can flip you over and mount you all over again.”
“Baby, you hogged my kitchen for weeks when you moved in. I was scared to ask you to move over; sure you’d chop me up in my sleep and bake me into a batch of banana nut bread.”
I wouldn’t have reached out at all had Kal not given me the nudge, saying he’d taught him everything he knows. Not to mention, there are some things Kal just won’t do, and this stranger has no known limitations.
“And I thought you were going to try anal before we got pregnant again. So I guess we’re both liars.”
“You’re lucky, Mrs. Oh, Elia, harder! Choke me! Shove your cock deeper in me—”
“How many kids do you guys want, anyway?” “As many as she’ll let me pump into her.” “Oh my God, Elia.” Caroline shoves me away, adjusting her dress and studying the cupcake display. “Can I get through this pregnancy before you start planning the next, please?” “And can you plan silently?” Phoebe quips, face twisting in disgust. “Jeez, I’m sorry my excitement annoys you.” Caroline grins. “Well, as long as you apologize for it.”
