Raw

Monsters don't always lurk in the shadows. Sometimes they hide in plain sight.

I don't want a knight in shining armor. I don't want a knight in scuffed armor. I want his helmet to have dents. I want my knight to be real, and dark and savage. I want my knight to be a survivor. Someone who's been tested and got through his trails. Not some pussy in gleaming metal.

We're all addicted to something that takes away the pain

Not everyone can be a fairy-tale hero.” He pauses a moment, then adds, “The world needs villains too.

Who were you before people started telling you who you should be?

Love is love. It don’t discriminate. And it sure as fuck don’t wait ‘til you’re ready for it.

A strong woman can also be submissive in bed. It doesn’t make her weak. It makes her stronger than most. Putting your body into the hands of someone else…that takes balls.

Sometimes good people have to do bad things. It’s nothing personal. It’s just life,

Walking away, I mentally hear glass cracking under my feet because I step right over my shattered heart.

You said you’d never leave me. And I’m holding you to that. Because when you’re safe again, I’m coming for you, Angel.

Kissing her once more, I tell her without hesitation, "if you promise to never leave me, I will love you. And be good to you. I'll treat you like a queen." My queen. I heard somewhere that a king only bows down to his queen. And I'm bowing down to Lexi.

You can push a person to change, but the only time the change will stick is when it's something they want to achive on their own.

You know that thing that people have that tells them they’re doing something wrong or pushing too far? Yeah. I don’t have one of those.

You feeling uncomfortable?” I immediately nod. Squeezing my ass once more, he places his lips at the shell of my ear. “Good. Get used to it. Because I’m going to do bad things to you.

I don’t want a knight in shining armor. I want a knight in scuffed armor. I want his helmet to have dents. I want my knight to be real, and dark, and savage. I want my knight to be a survivor. Someone who’s been tested and got through his trials. Not some pussy in gleaming metal. I don’t want gleaming metal. I don’t need a fucking knight. I need a fearless warrior. I need Twitch.

The way he says my name like that, it’s not just a word or name, it’s a caress.

taught me it’s that life is short, and if you want something, you have to reach out with both hands and grip it tightly.

There’s something about having your choices taken from you that is equally liberating and frightening. Handing over control to a person is a big deal. A showing of trust. And sometimes, I would like to be taken on a ride rather than drive.

You’re nobody ‘til somebody loves you.

This is just how I pictured it in my head. Raw and gritty, and dirty as hell.

You, my dear, are a stupid ho.

His brand of sex comes with a warning label.

Being dropped by your stalker is pretty bad. I mean he watches you week-in, week-out for almost a year, and then you have sex and he’s like ‘wham, bam, thank you, ma’am. We no longer require your position as victim. Don’t call us; we’ll call you. It’s not you…it’s me. We’re just at different stages of our stalker/stalkee relationship. I need space.’ How pathetic are you? You’re actually ticked off that your stalker is no longer skulking around in the shadows. That’s just…pitiful.

There’s something animalistic about this man. Something I want to be a part of. Something I want to be included in. He’s a force of nature.

Sometimes, when you look close enough at a person hoping to find clarity, the image of the person becomes so hazy, so distorted, that all you're left with is unclear thoughts and more questions.

Number three, you’re so fucking hot when you get worked up that I would really like for you to suck my cock. And when I say I would really like that, I mean suck my cock, Lexi. Now.

You’re going to get me dirty.” His eyes darken a shade. “Already have, baby.

This could be the biggest mistake of my life. Or it could be the most perfect prize. One you’ve earned.

Is there anything sexier than the noises a man makes during sex?