Skyler Snow

Only I should be allowed to touch him, to draw out whatever reaction I wanted.

“Not a drug to knock me out, is it?”

I smirked. “I want you awake for anything I do to you. Your reactions are too good to miss out on.

My climax took me by surprise. I groaned, “Mine.” Fell from my lips in a whisper.

A part of me screamed that Tex was mine. If I locked him away right now, he wouldn’t be able to hurt the family and then I wouldn’t be forced to end his life. I could play with him whenever I pleased, and I knew Tex would like it. He responded to me so beautifully

I will fuck you until you can’t walk away from me ever again.”

You being so close makes me want to bend you over the counter and fuck you as I hold a knife to your throat.”

“You’re crazy.”
“You have no idea.”

Who knew a man like Enzo Vitale would be jealous of a little old cat?

“You know what they say. If you love something, let it free or some shit like that.”
I shook my head. “That is ridiculous. It should be, if you love something, lock it away so that it never escapes.”
Giancarlo laughed. “Man, I’m starting to feel bad for a cop.”

He was in need, and what kind of person would I be to ignore the man that had my mind, body, and black soul in the palm of his hands? I’d be worse than a monster.