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399 pages, Kindle Edition
First published June 15, 2021
If there was one thing I know for certain, it was that Nix–little mosnter–would never turn me down.
She would be there next week. And the week after that.
To be used, abused, and devoured.
She'd always be mine.
He was build like a rugby player, I was build like a rugby field.
"If it isn't my favorite tight hole. Been eavesdropping, Nix?"
"I'm glad I caught you here. I have an update about our situation."
"Our situation?" I arched an eyebrow.
"Our fucking arrangement," he spat out, exposing his white fangs with an unpleasant chilling smile. "It's canceled. I'm not interested anymore. You were a great sport. Five out of five stars. Would highly recommend. Unfortunately, I have some pressing issues right now and no time for complicated pussy."
"You taste like an ashtray," she purred into my mouth. Viper-like, her words dripped venom while she still devoured me hungrily, not letting go.
"Maybe so, but you taste like an easy lay, my least favorite flavor of woman."
"You've been running after me with your skirt up, begging to be fucked since before you got your period."
"I am going to get the truth out of you, Aisling, one way or the other, but until I do, you lose all cumming privileges. Not by my hands, anyways, and let's admit it–your sole purpose in life is getting fucked by me."
"Belle is damaged goods and also none of my fucking business. If you end up catching the clap in Badlands' restroom, your family will come crying to me"
"You're a sexist pig."
"And you are still interested. What does it say about you, Ruth Bader Ginsburg, Jr.?"
I continued loving him from afar, like the sun loved the moon. Coexisting, but distantly. Eternally star-crossed, but never close enough for comfort.
"There are no men like me."
"I can make it good for you," I insisted.
"Doubt that." He tilted his head sideways, laughing quitely. "Out."
Brazenly, I pushed my panties aside, to show him most of my behind, while playing with myself. The sound of my arousal meeting my fingers filled the air, making it known that I was very much ready to be taken.
"Please ..." I let my head fall sideways, biting down on my lower lip as I provided him a good angle to watch me masturbate.
He said nothing.
I wanted anything he was willing to give me.
A fling, a relationship, and everything in between, just as long as he'd have me.
Pathetic? Maybe. But I wasn't hurting anyone. No one but myself.
I was in love, not a doormat. There was still a slight distinction between the two.
Why wouldn't he? I'd never denied him anything. Not when he intended to sleep with someone else the night I showed up at his apartment. And not at the charity event, when he brought a date who looked freakishly similar to me.
And tried to sleep with her, too.
Sam looked down at Becca, tugging her close.
"I hope so," he whispered, placing a chaste kiss to her mouth. "She has everything I look for in a woman. Beautiful, well-educated, and honest. Bonus points: her family is not a complete mess."
"For your information, you're the only person to bring the crazy out in me."
"Dangerous dicks tends to do that to good girls."
"All these years, Nix, I thought about you. Every time I fucked someone else. Every time I brought someone into my office. I'd close my eyes and it was you I'd see. Then I'd remmber your family would destory us if I had you.
Afterwards, Sailor and Troy served dessert while I crawled around on all fours. Rooney rode me, using my hair as reins, her laugher rolling down my back.
"I confessed my love to him, gave him my body, offered him my soul, sought him out over and over again.
I needed to gather whatever was left of my pride and move on with my life."
I wanted to strip for this man, and I’d never wanted to strip for any man, for any reason, especially not romantic reasons—and I didn’t mean just my clothes.
That wasn’t the thing that bothered me the most about the idea of Sailor and Monster being together. It was the fact that he had a girlfriend. That he had moved on. Of course he would. All we shared was a kiss and a theme park ride.
“One last kiss,” I murmured. “I won’t tell. You know I’d never tell.”
Then, after he rejects her for the 183828x she has the audacity to insult him.
“Because you’re a half-literate, barely educated dropout. You probably don’t even know the multiplication table. That’s why you do what you do. You don’t have a choice.”
”There are no men like me.”
“I can make it good for you,” I insisted.
“Doubt that.” He tilted his head sideways, laughing quietly. “Out.”
Brazenly, I pushed my panties aside, to show him most of my behind, while playing with myself.
…
“Please …” I let my head fall sideways, biting down on my lower lip as I provided him a good angle to watch me masturbate.
I wanted anything he was willing to give me.
A fling, a relationship, and everything in between, just as long as he’d have me.
Pathetic? Maybe. But I wasn’t hurting anyone. No one but myself.
“If it isn’t my favorite tight hole. Been eavesdropping, Nix?”
“…you taste like an easy lay, my least favorite flavor of woman.”
Other reviewers have said it but it’s worth repeating: the second hand embarazzment (see Tanaz’s review) for these characters was high af. This was baaaad, guys
“you’ve been running after me with your skirt up, begging to be fucked since before you got your period.”
“All these years, Nix, I thought about you. Every time I fucked someone else. Every time I brought someone into my office. I’d close my eyes and it was you I’d see”
“You’re always going to keep me on my toes, aren’t you?” She sighed but looked happy about it. I grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled her down for a filthy, deep kiss.
“Not at all. Sometimes I’ll keep you on your back, too. And on all fours. But whatever your position, I promise you’ll fucking enjoy it.”
“My heart lurched, urging me to take advantage of the situation. The opportunity was overwhelming. To have Sam without really having Sam.
I knew Boston’s favorite monster was notorious for sleeping with every willing woman. Why not me?”
“Get out of here.”
I spun my head around, my skirt still bunched up my waist, my ass in his direction.
“I know men like you,” I hissed seductively.
“There are no men like me.”
“I can make it good for you,” I insisted.
“Doubt that.” He tilted his head sideways, laughing quietly. “Out.”
“I was going to make him see himself the way I saw him. Then maybe, just maybe, he could see me for who I was. A woman worthy of his attention.”
“Now that he let me in, I was going to destroy every single one of his walls and finally make him mine.”
“Brazenly, I pushed my panties aside, to show him most of my behind, while playing with myself. The sound of my arousal meeting my fingers filled the air, making it known that I was very much ready to be taken.
“Please …” I let my head fall sideways, biting down on my lower lip as I provided him a good angle to watch me masturbate.
He said nothing.
Small mercies. He is giving you another chance. Don’t blow it.”
“Because no woman is worth it, least of all one that is the spawn of a man I’d like to bleed dry of his money.”
He lit up his cigarette. His gothic, wintry gray eyes felt like ice cubes rolling down my skin.
“You know, I would never tell if we hooked up.” I swallowed my pride.”
“I was in love, not a doormat. There was still a slight distinction between the two.”
“Why did I share with him my story of Ms. B, then?
Because you love him, mon cheri, and when you love someone, you want them to get to know you, so maybe they’ll fall for you, too.”
“He hadn’t said he was sorry for my loss like everyone else had. “And who are you?” I breathed.
“I’m a monster.”
“No, really,” I protested.
“It’s true. I thrive in the dark. My job is to implement fear, and I am some people’s nightmare. Like all monsters, I always take what I want.”
“We monsters do what we have to do. You know that better than I do.” I shrugged.
“You’re no monster,” he hissed.”
“I’m not a man. I’m a monster.” He stopped beside me, not removing his gaze from my face for a second. “Look at me, Nix.”
↠ Aisling ‘Nix’ Fitzpatrick = 27-year-old main heroine (h), youngest Fitzpatrick sibling, doctor, caretaker of her parents, has been hopelessly in love with Sam for 10 years
↠ Sam ‘the monster’ Brennan = mid 30s main hero (H), owner of Badlands, underworld boss in Boston, adopted by Troy & Sparrow Brennan, on Gerald Fitzpatrick's pay roll
↳ Sam // 9-years-old
↳ Aisling // 17 years-old
↳ Aisling // 18-years-old & Sam // 26-years-old
— “Belle is damaged goods.”
“It’s kismet. Tell me you didn’t notice the rain stopped when we kissed yesterday.”
— ITUE, Mal to Rory in Rory’s POV
“That day changed my life. Our meeting was kismet.”
— The Monster, Aisling to Sam in Aisling’s POV
“Mainly my baby brother, who had the advantage of not being able to talk back, hence not pissing me off.”
— The Villain, Cillian’s POV
“Obviously, they had the advantage of not being able to talk fluently and therefore were in low danger of pissing me off.”
— The Monster, Sam’s POV
No specific example needed, VICIOUS ALWAYS REFERS TO EMILIA AS “THE HELP.”
— Vicious, Vicious to Emilia
“You can’t tell me what to do, Brennan. You’re the hired help.”
— The Monster, Aisling’s POV
Ex. 1 ⇒ "You've been running after me with your skirt up, begging to be fucked since before you got your period."
Ex. 2 ⇒ “If it isn't my favorite tight hole.” . . . His casual sexism would have fazed me had I not known it was a front.
— "I’d dated the two Harvard prodigies I knew were experts in the sex field and coaxed them into teaching me all their dirty tricks. I took notes, morphing from a shy, fumbling newbie to a nymph in bed.
I’d bit and licked and teased and tickled where necessary.
Not for them—for him."
— “I wanted anything he was willing to give me. A fling, a relationship, and everything in between, just as long as he'd have me.
Pathetic? Maybe. But I wasn't hurting anyone. No one but myself.”
—“I was in love, not a doormat. There was still a slight distinction between the two.”
➳ Being a doormat: “If you say that someone is a doormat, you are criticizing them because they let other people treat them badly, and do not complain or defend themselves when they are being treated unfairly.”
“My brother is a character.”
“That’s just a nice way of calling someone an asshole.”
➳ “Afterwards, Sailor and Troy served dessert while I crawled around on all fours. Rooney rode me, using my hair as reins, her laughter rolling down my back.”
•✿• Why did I check out this book/continue the series? ➳ Curiosity got the best of me and I feel I want to finish out this series, just to see how it will all end.
•✿• Would I recommend? ➳ No.
↠ The Hunter: awful // 2.5 stars ✰
↠ The Villain: extremely problematic // 1.5 stars ✰
↠ The Monster: ✨ trash ✨ // 1 star ✰
↠ The Rake: TBR