Oh snap. I almost fall down the stairs when I see Aleksei waiting for me, a young priest at his elbow. My Russian is wearing a tight white dress shirt and black pants. Through the material of his shirt, I can see the outline of his tattoos. They creep out through the cuffs onto his hands, his knuck
“The little angel finally understands her power, does she?” Georgina whimpers. “Yes. Yes.” Do you have more cum for me, Daddy? Those echoing words have me dropping forward so I can sink my teeth into her shoulder while I drive deep, deep, deep. Fuck. I can see her cunt in my mind’s eye. Hairless,
I don’t want to leave heaven. But I have no choice. And it really is heaven. I wake up wrapped in the inked arms of my Russian, his tongue tracing patterns on the back of my neck. My lower half wakes up with a vengeance, eager to please. To be pleased. The tightening of those delicate muscles hurt
Having completed all my other phone calls, I can no longer put off the final one. I do not want to do this distasteful thing. Perhaps Georgina believes I am merely a possessive beast when it comes to her. So possessive that I would steal her away from her own father, just so I can be the only male
There’s some harsh breathing from David. “Where’s my daughter?” “Probably resting.” I massage my rigid dick. “She needs it badly.” He sputters. “You — you’re fucking her. I can’t believe this.” “Language,” I remind him, red pinpricks beginning to dot my vision. “You will listen very carefully. Ge
I can barely catch my breath I’m so excited. I’ve never seen this many faces, heard this many voices, all in one place. The college dean has just concluded her speech at the front of the room. There are packets in my hand. Who knew I could get so jazzed about packets? They contain vital information
I wore a modest sundress and sandals to orientation, but the way every male in the room seems to close in on me, I feel naked. Who is that? they whisper. Is she real? Can you imagine what she looks like under that dress? Fuck. When one of the frat guys openly rubs their crotch, I take a startled st
My thirst for blood has not been remotely satisfied. Hunger for violence pumps in my veins, rage chokes me and turns my knuckles white on the steering wheel. They touched my angel. They grabbed her. Every time I remember what I witnessed, wrath screams inside my skull again and the cycle starts ane