G'on now.' he murmured with that Southern drawl. 'Lie on back and let me take care of you. I promise to go slow...real slow.' - Issac Rothe, Crave
J.R. WardWhat are the rules," The cop said. "There are none." Vishous spread his stance and braced himself. "Do whatever you want...but you have to break me. You've got to tear me apart.
J.R. WardA hand landed on his shoulder like an anvil. โHowโd you like to stay for dinner?โ Butch looked up. The guy was wearing a baseball cap and had some kind of markingโwas that a tattoo, on his face? โHowโd you like to be dinner?โ said another one, who looked like some kind of model.
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