![]() The dry humping on the couch when he bites her lip to scare her, is shocked when she grabs the back of his head to kiss him even harder, and completely loses his mind the scene that goes from him biting and sucking on her finger in a trance like it's his pacifier to like. Like, every sex scene in this book is an absolute banger. ![]() She gets their youth and beauty and knowledge and precious memories, and they get to be a nice troph-.I mean.have a nice memorial in what happens to be her hunting trophy room, and know that that special spark inside them will live on forever in her. The cocoons are actually a blessing for them. It's not like any of the poor things are actually close to her level, they're only mortals after all, they'll only waste whatever makes them special with old age or death. They belong here, with her, among the greats. That's why she takes the poor things under he wing and helps them transform from mere worms thrown to the outskirts by the jealous masses into the perfect selves they always were. As the most special, most beautiful, most smartest, most bravest, most strongest, most unique woman that ever lived (or will ever live if she has anything to say about it), she knows. These are people unappreciated in their former lives, the best of the best of the best who's amazing knowledge, unique looks, incredible experiences, or special talents were suppressed, ignored, or even gravely punished by the outside world. Grace spends most of her time wandering through her elaborate suites full of curated oddity collections and rare books, followed closely by her entourage of extraordinary followers. ![]() It made you wish you could turn back time and kill Bucky all over again. Natasha was the first person to ever so openly admit to it. But you were rarely faced with women who were honest about the abuse they'd endure. You knew what the men did to you, and you were sure to always make them pay for it. But you've come to find if you act just innocent enough, just tempting enough, you can bring the monster out of any man. You would never hurt someone who didn't deserve it. It was watching the light fade from their empty eyes that made it all worth it. You found joy in the little things, like the pretty dresses, and fancy cars they got for you, the big mansions you got to live in and the yachts they'd bring you to. By the time you turned twenty-five, you have had at least twenty boyfriends, all of them rich and now, all of them dead. You're honestly surprised by how much you have managed to get away with by simply playing the role of an innocent, pretty little girl your whole life. His feeble movements seized and you watched with thrill as he took his last breath and the fear in his eyes was replaced with nothing but darkness. You grabbed his chin and made him look at you as he desperately but fruitlessly tried to stop the blood pouring from the cut. A very loud scream came from the man under you as he felt the pain. Blood gushed out and covered your face and chest. His small cock was barely a few inches deep when you sliced his throat. The thought didn't even cross your mind until you had the knife to his throat. ![]() You were down to do it, not because you wanted to but because you were taught you had no other choice. He asked you to hold a knife to his throat while you rode him. You were nineteen when your thirty-eight-year-old boyfriend told you about some weird sexual fantasy he had. If the same exhilarating feeling would come back. You wanted to see how it would make you feel if you did it again. You saw his ugly lifeless face every time you closed your eyes. You couldn't get the image of your first out of your mind. The second time it happened it was less of an accident. Which you were grateful for. But, unlike with bruises and marks, it was harder to hide the gifts Bucky has been gifting you. He never paid you enough attention to notice the marks on your body that weren’t left by him. The next morning you were usually greeted by a larger-than-usual stack of money left on the dining room table, with a note telling you to go buy yourself something nice. On other days he’d bend you over the counter and use you however he pleased until he was satisfied. Most days he would finish his meal and go to sleep, or lock himself away in his home office for a few more hours before he joined you in bed. The only thing you needed to do was make sure he had a warm meal waiting for him every night and that you were just the right amount of slutty so he could admire you as he ate his dinner. It wasn’t hard to sneak around and hide from your boyfriend. Soon you started to spend more time with Bucky than you did with Chris. Bucky asked to see you again and of course, you said yes.
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