Leigh Rivers

If a masked stranger presses a screwdriver to your throat and tells you to run, what do you do

I beg you to stop now, think about your mental health, and send this book back to where you found it in the pits of hell.

I shouldn’t be turned on from watching him attack someone.

I will kill anyone who touches you.

Don’t grind your ass on my cock and I won’t accept the invitation.

Is it weird that I like it when he’s angry and beating people up for me?

The second our lips touch, the world stops turning, my heart stops beating, and the thoughts telling me I’m twisted, twisted, twisted skid to a halt.

I like to be choked,” I admit, feeling miles more comfortable with him than anyone else. “I like rough kisses that hurt.”

You fuck him again, or anyone else, and I’ll kill them.

I want you to teach me what it’s like to have lips like yours around my cock.