adult-fiction

You're very different from the man I pictured you to be."I smirk at her, amused. What, so she didn't think I'd be a fucker with a drinking problem who is obviously very much into casual sex and reckless driving on a classic bike? I arch an eyebrow at her and run a hand along my square jaw. "I hope you find me sexier.

I'm a big man, sugar. When I come down on a woman, I want soft, not a bundle of sticks that I might break." - Logan

The tide, you see, is a fickle thing: stealing in, sliding away, always, always turning. She comes when you're not looking, a silent, liquid thief, only to rush away again, retreating from the shore like a coward. She gives sometimes too, though in fleeting, unexpected moments, yielding up her treasures and her dead--but never, ever her secrets.

All cats are gray in the dark. And besides, her actions have less to do with her, and everything to do with you.

Sometimes I can feel my darkness, like a fragment of nerves inside of me somewhere, sparking my hate. I picture it moving throughout my body, the other cells letting it pass by, yielding to its master. It moves to my tongue when it wants me to spew beautiful, damaging words, it moves to my hands when it wants me to feel all it can take away, and it moves to my eyes to blind me from truly seeing the destruction I__e done.

Love is a relation that starts before you are born and survives even after you die...

Hope that doesn__ hurt too much

Strange though, I never took you for a nympho.

One second, he was in my mouth, my tongue flicking over the broad head of him; the next, his hands were on my waist and I flipped onto my front. He nudged my legs apart with his knees, spreading me as he gripped my hips, tugging them up, up before he sheathed himself deep in me with a single stroke.I moaned into the pillow at every glorious inch of him, rising onto my forearms as my fingers grappled into the sheets.

Oh get over it Cecilia! You are no longer human. Such decorum doesn__ exist amongst our kind

Ah yes, now you__e beginning to feel it. It__ so satisfying to see my best efforts coming to fruition. Undoubtedly one of the most gratifying rewards of my profession. It would warm my heart__f I had one.

Life is a lie. We should fear it more than death. We live fearful of dying, terrified of the unknown _ when, really, every truth is in our last breath.

Vanilla is fine but Kink is so much better...

Sitting down on the stairs, Cheyenne watched Behr through the slats in the railing. She liked what she saw. Covered in a fine sheen of perspiration, muscles swollen from what was clearly a grueling workout, Behr__ toned physique was a serious distraction from her worries, making her content to just sit and watch. Each thump of his fist into the bag resonated in her bones. Each kick of his leg thundered in her ears. Every move seemed to be in time with the harsh sounds of the music pumping through the room, until he was a frenzy of movement. It was frighteningly beautiful. Standing, Cheyenne called out to him. __ehr? Are you hungry?_ She was feeling a little peckish herself, and she needed something to keep her hands busy. Between a combination of brutal punches, knee jabs and the music, Behr didn__ hear a word she said. So she decided to go to him. Winding her way through equipment and stepping over the discarded sweaty T-shirt, Cheyenne approached him. Waiting for the right moment to interrupt, she tapped him on the shoulder during a brief pause. Big mistake. Huge.

She was prepared for him to shut her down, when Behr shrugged a shoulder and said, __eah, sounds good. I think it__ a good idea for you to get out of the house. But,_ he said, stepping back into the kitchen and leveling her with a hard look, __nly if I tag along._ __hat? Why?_ Cheyenne questioned, not understanding the need for chaperones. __ecause it__ safer that way,_ he reasoned. __ have a couple things to take care of first, so it will probably be a day or two. I expect you to wait for me, though, Cheyenne,_ he said, his brilliant blue eyes holding her in place. __t__ safer that way.__he was preparing to argue when she realized that she wasn__ altogether sure she wanted to venture out on her own yet anyway. It might be a shock to her system after locking herself away for so long. For laughs, she decided to give him a hard time anyway. __ut_ she started. He cut her off with an upraised hand. __o buts,_ he said sternly. __t__ not safe and you know it, and besides, that__ what you have two strapping young men like us for._ He clapped a grinning Dehstroy on the back. Cheyenne threw her head back and laughed. __ou, young? Ha!___hat?_ Behr said, acting offended. ____ young.___rove it,_ Cheyenne challenged. __how me your birth certificate._ When he pursed his lips, she laughed some more. __hat__ wrong? Didn__ they make birth certificates yet when you were born? No?_ She looked between the men, taking in their sheepish expressions. __ell, then. I__l leave you two to work on clearing that schedule._ Waving, Cheyenne left the kitchen and headed upstairs to her room to lie down.

- He's young, good-looking and new in town. And He's got the local bullies in his sights. There's no justice here, but justice is coming...NO JUSTICE, the addictive new adult thriller that everyone is talking about

In the past I was a vicious hunter. I would stalk my prey with pinpoint accuracy. Ever since Monica came into my life I__e abstained from the game. It almost feels strange to stand here and look to the crowd knowing I could pick one and f*ck them into oblivion. I won__ though. I may love her, but that isn__ the reason. If I were to pick someone for the sake of revenge sex then I__ giving control to Monica and Dalton for betraying me. I__ strong enough to wait. A good hunter is always patient and never stalks in anger.''I always crack it until Tobias stops flinching at the sound. It__ never the same amount of times. I don__ want it to become obvious so I always do it a few more times to create a sense of surprise.I coil up the leather and with the flick of my wrist I set a perfect line against Monica__ back. She yelps in pain and surprise, and Tobias joins her. He thought he__ get the first blow.I breathe through the pounding in my cock. It beats in time with my rapidly beating heart.I flick my wrist again taking Monica across the shoulder. I see Tobias tense as she screams. Mustn__ allow the slaves to think they are taking even turns. The blow__ shock is what makes my cock burn for release. I palm my balls as they tighten, threatening to shoot my release up the stock of my dick. I inhale through my nose and breathe out my mouth until I regain my control.I flick my wrist again and hit Monica across her thighs. She screams bloody murder at the ceiling and I smile to myself. It hurts like a bitch, but the marks will fade. I never break skin. This is my passion- my gift.

What do we have here?_ Grant slurs at me. He seems different and it raises flags in my mind. His fingers wrap around a section of my hair and it scares me. His face is flushed red and his eyes are glassy and bright. I can smell the smoky scent of whiskey or scotch rolling off his tongue as he speaks and breathes heavily.____ lost and I need a ride home._ My voice wavers as I speak and I hate it. I fist my hands in the hem of my blazer.____l get Albert for you, but first spend some time with me,_ he slurs again, sounding like his tongue is too large for his mouth. As if sensing my attention, the tip of his tongue sneaks out and slides along his supple bottom lip. He smiles as he tastes the alcohol that__ staining his mouth. His eyes are bright and shiny and glazed over. He has a smirk on his face that shows off his dimple. It no longer reminds me of Whitt. It seems sinister and dangerous- promising something I__ not ready to experience.The feel of his fingers playing with my hair gives me goosebumps and I shiver as my scalp tightens, sucking up the pleasant attention. I do my first stupid-girl moment of my life. I shameless crush on a guy and let it turn my thoughts to mush.__kay, if you promise to call Albert first._ I try to negotiate with him and he gives me a naughty smirk for agreeing.He backs me up with his physical presence. His front touches mine- chest-to-chest. His lips part and breathes the smoky, whiskey scent onto my chin. My back hits the door behind me with an audible thump. He reaches around me and I don__ wince. I anticipate him touching me and crave it. Instead, his hand twists the doorknob by my hip and I fall backwards.I__ pushed into a dark room until my legs connect with the edge of a bed. I can__ see anything, and the only sound is our combined breathing. I feel alive with caution. I__ aware of every hair, every nerve on my flesh. My senses are so in-tuned that I can feel my system pumping the blood through my veins nourishing my whole body.