“I have this urge to kill—” he hesitates, his voice low. “—anyone who touches you.”
―
Molly Doyle,
Scream For Us
“I didn’t come to your rescue because I’m your knight in shining armor.” He places me onto my feet, before taking my face between his gloved hands. “I’m the villain, and I want you all to myself.” ― Molly Doyle, Scream For Us
“That’s right,” he bites out. “Fucking beg.” ― Molly Doyle, Scream For Us
“Conventional wisdom holds that Arthur Conan Doyle invented the detective story but in fact Green’s first book featuring detective Ebenezer Gryce – in which Miss Butterworth does not appear – The Leavenworth Case came out in 1878, almost a decade before Sherlock Holmes made his debut in A Study in Scarlet. This is why Green is often referred to as The Mother of the Detective Novel.” ― Emmuska Orczy, Female Sleuths Megapack: Lady Molly of Scotland Yard, Loveday Brooke and Amelia Butterworth
“If you ever put your filthy hands on what’s mine again, I will hunt you down, and I will kill you. Slowly.” ― Molly Doyle, Scream For Us
“I’m giving you ten seconds to leave.” “What?” I nearly whisper. Placing me back onto my bare feet, he moves away, his demeanor drastically changing. “If you’re not gone in ten seconds, then your decision has been made.” “The night isn’t over.” “Ten,” he begins. “We had a deal,” I press. “Nine.” “I asked you to bring my darkest fantasies to life.” “Eight,” he tests. “I want this,” I admit, more to myself than to him. “Seven.” “I want you.” “Six,” he sharply exhales. “Five. Four.” “I’m not changing my mind,” I boldly tell him. “Three…” “Two,” I taunt. Suddenly, he becomes silent. Allowing me a final moment to change my mind. To run. Although, I don’t move an inch. And his eyes narrow. “One.” ― Molly Doyle, Scream For Us
“Mania. One minute, you’re lost, and the next minute…you’re found. You are the sole creator of your own destiny. A rush of extreme adrenaline kicks in. Your heart accelerates at an unfathomable speed, along with the thoughts in your mind. The anxiety fuels the mania even more. It hits you at full speed out of nowhere. You are no longer bound by the limits of your physical body. You can be anything, or anyone, you want to be. There are no fucking limits. No consequences. No distractions. Everything makes sense… And yet nothing does. Everything has meaning… And yet nothing does. And still, everything is absolutely fucking beautiful. Life is beautiful. You’re running on hyperactive-controlled clarity. Nothing is impossible in that moment. The world is yours to create. To own. Seeing is art. Hearing is music. Breathing is living. You are high. So incredibly high. You take chances. Risks. Because why the fuck not? Your illness is not mental. …You’re finally free. … Until… you crash. And… …burn.” ― Molly Doyle, Bloodshed
“These romance books you read… They’re filthy. Aren’t they?” ― Molly Doyle, Bloodshed
“We wouldn’t just give her the world. We’d give her the skin off our bones.” ― Molly Doyle, Melt for Us
“snuggling in bed at our sorority house, reading smut books, and avoiding social gatherings”.” ― Molly Doyle, Scream For Us
“Mine,” he claims me. “You are mine.” ― Molly Doyle, Scream For Us
“You’re safe,” he promises, and even with his deep, menacing-like tone, he eases my fears. “And ours.” ― Molly Doyle, Scream For Us
“Naïve, little Quinn. I’d sell my soul for you.” Gripping my hips, he brings me close, as his large, thick erection twitches against my stomach. “If I had one.” ― Molly Doyle, Scream For Us
“If you ever fucking touch her again, I’ll put you down like a sick dog.” ― Molly Doyle, Scream For Us
“Ghost screams back, mocking him. “If you ever put your filthy hands on what’s mine again, I will hunt you down, and I will kill you. Slowly.” ― Molly Doyle, Scream For Us
“What did I tell you, little Quinn?” he taunts, his voice low. Tight. “You won’t find your God here,” he grits out, bringing me down forcefully as I bounce on his hard, thick cock. “Not with me… And especially not while I’m this deep inside of you.” ― Molly Doyle, Bloodshed
“He cups my face with his hand. “My heart beats for you, Quinn,” he murmurs, tracing my lips with his thumb. “Without you, I’m nothing but a numb, empty shell of a man, on the brink of madness.” ― Molly Doyle, Bloodshed
“I didn’t come to your rescue because I’m your knight in shining armor.” He places me on my feet, before taking my face between his gloved hands. “I’m the villain, and I want you all to myself.” ― Molly Doyle, Bloodshed
“We made a list, little Quinn,” Damien whispers beside my ear. “We checked it twice,” Jensen adds, twirling the strand of lights around my arm, pulling tight. “And it turns out that—” Micah hesitates, binding my other arm as well. “Our pretty little slut has been naughty.” ― Molly Doyle, Melt for Us
“I didn’t come to your rescue because I’m your knight in shining armor.” He places me onto my feet, before taking my face between his gloved hands. “I’m the villain, and I want you all to myself.” ― Molly Doyle, Scream For Us
“That’s right,” he bites out. “Fucking beg.” ― Molly Doyle, Scream For Us
“Conventional wisdom holds that Arthur Conan Doyle invented the detective story but in fact Green’s first book featuring detective Ebenezer Gryce – in which Miss Butterworth does not appear – The Leavenworth Case came out in 1878, almost a decade before Sherlock Holmes made his debut in A Study in Scarlet. This is why Green is often referred to as The Mother of the Detective Novel.” ― Emmuska Orczy, Female Sleuths Megapack: Lady Molly of Scotland Yard, Loveday Brooke and Amelia Butterworth
“If you ever put your filthy hands on what’s mine again, I will hunt you down, and I will kill you. Slowly.” ― Molly Doyle, Scream For Us
“I’m giving you ten seconds to leave.” “What?” I nearly whisper. Placing me back onto my bare feet, he moves away, his demeanor drastically changing. “If you’re not gone in ten seconds, then your decision has been made.” “The night isn’t over.” “Ten,” he begins. “We had a deal,” I press. “Nine.” “I asked you to bring my darkest fantasies to life.” “Eight,” he tests. “I want this,” I admit, more to myself than to him. “Seven.” “I want you.” “Six,” he sharply exhales. “Five. Four.” “I’m not changing my mind,” I boldly tell him. “Three…” “Two,” I taunt. Suddenly, he becomes silent. Allowing me a final moment to change my mind. To run. Although, I don’t move an inch. And his eyes narrow. “One.” ― Molly Doyle, Scream For Us
“Mania. One minute, you’re lost, and the next minute…you’re found. You are the sole creator of your own destiny. A rush of extreme adrenaline kicks in. Your heart accelerates at an unfathomable speed, along with the thoughts in your mind. The anxiety fuels the mania even more. It hits you at full speed out of nowhere. You are no longer bound by the limits of your physical body. You can be anything, or anyone, you want to be. There are no fucking limits. No consequences. No distractions. Everything makes sense… And yet nothing does. Everything has meaning… And yet nothing does. And still, everything is absolutely fucking beautiful. Life is beautiful. You’re running on hyperactive-controlled clarity. Nothing is impossible in that moment. The world is yours to create. To own. Seeing is art. Hearing is music. Breathing is living. You are high. So incredibly high. You take chances. Risks. Because why the fuck not? Your illness is not mental. …You’re finally free. … Until… you crash. And… …burn.” ― Molly Doyle, Bloodshed
“These romance books you read… They’re filthy. Aren’t they?” ― Molly Doyle, Bloodshed
“We wouldn’t just give her the world. We’d give her the skin off our bones.” ― Molly Doyle, Melt for Us
“snuggling in bed at our sorority house, reading smut books, and avoiding social gatherings”.” ― Molly Doyle, Scream For Us
“Mine,” he claims me. “You are mine.” ― Molly Doyle, Scream For Us
“You’re safe,” he promises, and even with his deep, menacing-like tone, he eases my fears. “And ours.” ― Molly Doyle, Scream For Us
“Naïve, little Quinn. I’d sell my soul for you.” Gripping my hips, he brings me close, as his large, thick erection twitches against my stomach. “If I had one.” ― Molly Doyle, Scream For Us
“If you ever fucking touch her again, I’ll put you down like a sick dog.” ― Molly Doyle, Scream For Us
“Ghost screams back, mocking him. “If you ever put your filthy hands on what’s mine again, I will hunt you down, and I will kill you. Slowly.” ― Molly Doyle, Scream For Us
“What did I tell you, little Quinn?” he taunts, his voice low. Tight. “You won’t find your God here,” he grits out, bringing me down forcefully as I bounce on his hard, thick cock. “Not with me… And especially not while I’m this deep inside of you.” ― Molly Doyle, Bloodshed
“He cups my face with his hand. “My heart beats for you, Quinn,” he murmurs, tracing my lips with his thumb. “Without you, I’m nothing but a numb, empty shell of a man, on the brink of madness.” ― Molly Doyle, Bloodshed
“I didn’t come to your rescue because I’m your knight in shining armor.” He places me on my feet, before taking my face between his gloved hands. “I’m the villain, and I want you all to myself.” ― Molly Doyle, Bloodshed
“We made a list, little Quinn,” Damien whispers beside my ear. “We checked it twice,” Jensen adds, twirling the strand of lights around my arm, pulling tight. “And it turns out that—” Micah hesitates, binding my other arm as well. “Our pretty little slut has been naughty.” ― Molly Doyle, Melt for Us
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