Things I Wanted To Say

by Monica Murphy

“Do I scare you?” he whispers. Deciding to be truthful, I nod. “Good,” he breathes across my lips, his mouth so close to mine, I can feel it move when he talks. “Because you scare me too.”

Anger grips me. Who hurt her?

Classic

Hell, my father recently received a report from Leticia’s gynecologist, informing him that she’s still a virgin, and everything appears in good shape—Father’s exact words. She’ll give me plenty of children, he said with a laugh. He had her examined—like an animal. Fucking unreal.

She’s smiling up at him as he touches her cheek. With the very hand that was just on my pussy.

I’m starting to think Whit Lancaster isn’t good for me.

We're at 86% of this book and you just thought that?

More and more wine, until my vision gets blurry and I have no problem whatsoever shoving a forkful of lamb in my mouth, immediately wanting to cry afterward when I think of the poor furry creature who was slaughtered in order for me to enjoy this meal.