“He Can Do Whatever He Wants With Me. He Can Stab Me With A Knife And I’ll Be Lying On The Ground,

“He begins to tie me up with the lights, looping and twisting them around my arms until he reaches my wrists. The rest of the lights continue on over and under my hips before they go down my right leg and he ties them off. 

Nick kneels behind me, groping and squeezing my ass, using his thumbs to spread me apart for him. That little stretch makes my pussy pulse with need. He blows cool air across my heated flesh, and I shove my face into the covers and moan. When I inhale, I breathe in his scent, and it turns me on even more. ”

Dipped In Holly by Dana Isaly

“What are you doing sneaking into my backyard in the middle of the night, stealing my roses?”

Oh, fuck.

I’d completely forgotten about the flowers. Now, I feel them plastered to my rapidly breathing chest, my fingers wrapped around the stems in a death-grip.

I tuck my hair behind my ears with my free hand and explain, “I only took the dying ones. Not the good ones.”

Mr. Edwards throws them a distracted glance like he couldn’t care less about the flowers. “Yeah? Why not the good ones?”

At his question, I lower my eyes to them. I finger the yellowed edges lightly. Some of the petals are so loosened and dry that a puff of air could make them fall apart.

Poor babies.

“Because no one else wants the bad ones,” I say.

“And you do.”

I look up. “Yes. I always want the bad ones.”

Bad things. Bad roses. Bad crushes.

His frown gets even deeper. I almost wonder if he’s doing himself a permanent injury by frowning this much. “Why’s that?”

“Because everyone wants something pretty. Something that’s fresh and beautiful. Something that’s perfect. But then, what about the things that are imperfect? Things that might not be as pretty or as conventional. Things that might be weird, outdated or outcast? They’re not in much demand, are they? They’re not wanted. But I do. I want them. So they don’t feel rejected.”

Dreams of 18 by Saffron A. Kent

“She was a siren, an angel of mercy, and a horny woman all rolled into one. A fucking dream.”

It Happened One Summer by Tessa Bailey

“He held my heart, rather than my hand.”

“All of them think I’m pathetic. None of them care what happens to Samson. And none of them believe in what we had. For once in my life, I had someone who actually cared about me, and all four of them think I’m incapable of knowing what true love is. I know what love is, because I spent my whole life knowing what it isn’t.”

Heart Bones by Colleen Hoover

“Because there’s no do I want her or does she want me.” I drag a puff of my cigarette until smoke drifts out of my nostrils. “There’s just her and I and no one else.”

Sicko by Amo Jones

“How do you know you’re in love?

For me, it was in the kiss. I knew I was in love when I found myself opening my eyes when Alex and I were kissing. I no longer needed to close them to concentrate, to withdraw the curtain so I could feel the magic, so to speak. Alex was the magic. And every time we kissed with our eyes closed, I missed him. It was corny. Gag-worthy even, but nonetheless true.”

Midnight Blue by L.J. Shen

Seriously THIS