Nikki St. Crowe

To all the girls who had to grow up hard and fast.

can’t tell what he’s thinking and I’m usually so good at reading people. Maybe that’s why he’s so damn frustrating. I can’t get beyond his walls and see inside.

He is a puzzle box and I want to find the solution to break him open.

“…there was a greedy look in his eyes now which ought to have alarmed her, but did not.”

- J. M. Barrie, Peter and Wendy

To all the girls who have broken and mended.

“If I stay in here much longer, Darling, I’ll be bending you over the edge of the tub and fucking you until your ribs are bruised.”

I straighten my shoulders. “Maybe I want that.”

“I don’t,” he says. “When I finally get my cock in that tight pussy, it will not be out of desperation. Clean up and get some rest.”

“Say it, Never King.”

The Never King is mine. And I’m going to make him admit it.

“The only mouth that will come near my cock is your mouth.” He bunches my dress up around my waist. “The only girl who will sit on my lap like a pretty little trophy is you.”

“The only girl I will treat like my personal whore is you.”