24 Quotes by Cari Silverwood

Then I woke in the shade of the fig tree in my favorite park, with the gun barrel in my mouth.

Everything about him enveloped her, made her crave exactly this. His possession. In her mind something relaxed; the balance shifted. She welcomed every way he could touch her, the heat from his body, the atoms of his breath. Everything.

She’d run over Dankyo in an instant to get to Theo. Be a darn big bump in the road, but she’d do it.

I don't remember everything I did to you last night. It wasn't moral or legal, but I'm not sorry.

He ate up her pain. She loved the darkness in his eyes, the pleasure he gave her, the way he stopped to watch when she whimpered and wriggled.

If this was Narnia, she wanted fawns and moralistic heroes who offered you cloaks and sips of warming beverages. Not leather cuffs threaded with steel.

Her legs might tremble but she’d said what she had to. Maybe because she knew this would get harder to do the longer she was here. Soon, if he had his way, and she was afraid he would, she would lose her courage. She would cherish this time –a memory of when she still had balls.

Mako raised his leg and planted his boot on her butt. Not too much pressure, just enough to let her feel the weight and maybe the grit on the sole, reminding her who had control.

Fear, excitement, all rolled into one. Her monster was coming.