Friday, July 31, 2015

Revenge is a Dish Best Served...Bound & Gagged?



Bayliss shreds the barricade of men between her and me with one ballbusting bitch glare. “If it were me, I’d fuck you up.”

“But it’s not you.” Thank God. Bayliss is all bark, all bite, all the time.

“No, it’s not, and you should be glad. Because if it were me…” She smiles, a smile that would have Satan pissing his pants, and strolls up to me with her arms locked behind her back. “I’d fuck a football team at the foot of your bed while you watched.” She pats my chest. “You’d be bound and gagged, of course.”

~Reyes, Untitled
The Original Brothers
(of The Billionaire Brotherhood)
by Molly Grayson

Thursday, July 30, 2015

Two Kinky Men Go Head-to-Head...



Sebastian dug in his heels as Thane continued to crowd him. “Who says I won’t take another man to my bed?” he taunted. They both knew he wouldn’t allow another Dom to top him. Thane was the only man alive he trusted. Despite everything, he still trusted him. “Who says he won’t love bending me over, spreading me wide, and fucking his dick in my ass? You used to do it all the time. If memory serves—”

Thane’s hands found Sebastian’s hair and fisted in it. He pulled his head back with a painful snap. “I say.”

Air puffed in Sebastian. Air puffed out of him. “You don’t get a say.”

“Try me, Bast. Just goddamn try me.”

~Sebastian, In Love, There Was You
(The Doms of Kinky, Kansas Book 2)
by Mia Ashlinn

Thursday, July 16, 2015

Bills, Bills, Bills



I’m too weak to stop them, too tired to fight them. But when my strength returns later, there’ll be hell to pay and Reyes will wish his Black Card had the power to foot that motherfucking bill. 

~Torrigan, Untitled story
The Original Billionaire Brothers
(of The Billionaire Brotherhood)
by Molly Grayson




Wednesday, July 15, 2015

Not A Lady In The Street, Just A Freak In The Bed



I get guys like their women dirty. I do. I’ve heard Usher and Ludacris singing about freaks in the bed often enough. But at some point, tooling around with whatever ho spreads her legs wide enough and for the most guys quits being hot and becomes sad. And at that point, being the guys sticking it to her is no longer sexy. It’s pathetic. 

Tonight’s group grope is sad. My boys are pathetic, and their bang bunny is a pitiful, little ho. 

~Torrigan, Untitled story
The Original Billionaire Brothers 
(of The Billionaire Brotherhood)
by Molly Grayson 


Friday, July 10, 2015

Hug Me Baby This One Time




Puppies are cute. Baby chicks are cute. Kittens, guinea pigs, and fluffy freaking bunnies. Those things are cute. But women? They’re hot. They’re sexy. They’re a good time between the sheets. The one thing they are not is cute. Except Torrigan is. She’s so cute it’s sickening. And yet I’m not sick. I’m fascinated, and I want to hug her. 

Jesus, I want to hug her. I don’t even hug my mother.

~Reyes, Untitled story
The Original Billionaire Brothers
(of The Billionaire Brotherhood)
by Molly Grayson

Thursday, July 9, 2015

Get Off The Pot, Lancelot!



Gannon acts like some White Knight of the Round Toilet. But he’s not Lancelot, and she’s my Guinevere.

~Reyes, Untitled
The Original Billionaire Brothers
(of The Billionaire Brotherhood)
by Molly Grayson

Wednesday, July 8, 2015

Catch My Breath or Bed My Angel?




I need a second, a breather before I do something stupid. Like sweep her off her feet, carry her to the nearest bed of roses, and fuck her until the only name she knows is mine. 

~Reyes, Untitled story
The Original Billionaire Brothers
(of The Billionaire Brotherhood)
by Molly Grayson








Tuesday, July 7, 2015

Molly & Mia Come Together For Teasetastic Tuesday



I remember the first time I met Fear. 
I was five.

Then came Death.
I was nine.

After that was Abandonment.
I was eleven.

Then I met an angel.
I was twenty-two.

The funny thing, 
my angel was far more dangerous 
than the three previous combined.

Why?
Because she could do the one thing they didn’t.

She could break me.
And I could break her.
I wasn’t sure which of those scared me more.

~Reyes, Untitled story
The Original Billionaire Brothers
(of The Billionaire Brotherhood)
by Molly Grayson






“It’s him I don’t trust.”
Her words would cut Thane, and they should. 
Trust came easy to some. It came hard to others. But Delancey? She gave trust to no one, and her loyalty wasn’t offered. It was earned. 
“It’s Thane who doesn’t deserve my loyalty.”
Sebastian remained silent. Delancey was right. Thane’s deception had shattered her trust and demolished her loyalty. He’d done damage he might not be able to repair. Sebastian couldn’t find it in himself to care. 
Fuck me once, shame on you.
Fuck me twice, shame on me.

~In Love, There Was You
The Doms of Kinky, Kansas Book 2
by Mia Ashlinn




Monday, July 6, 2015

Batteries Not Included?



What does she think about being in bed with a man while surrounded by another woman’s belongings? Does it bother her? It bothers me. Those are my things, and Reyes is my man. He’s my love. But she gets him. She has him while I’m as lonely as a vibrator without batteries. 

~Torrigan, Untitled story
The Original Billionaire Brothers
(of The Billionaire Brotherhood)
by Molly Grayson

Sunday, July 5, 2015

Say My Name, Say My Name...



“…What was your name again?” For once, I want to know. For once, I don’t worry I’ll forget.

The girl’s good humor returns. My heart beats faster. She grins, and my heart pounds harder. “Oh but, baby, don’t you remember my name? You were screaming it a few weeks ago.”

My stomach lurches. Had I hooked up with her and forgotten? 


No.

Fuck no.

There is no way I forgot this woman, not in this lifetime, not in past lifetimes, not ever. She’s a Helen of Troy, a Britney Spears in those dirty knee socks. Her face could launch a thousand ships, her body fuel a million schoolgirl fantasies. No, I didn’t forget her. I couldn’t have. She’s messing with me, and I respect her for it.

~Reyes, Untitled story
The Original Billionaire Brothers
(of The Billionaire Brotherhood)
by Molly Grayson


(And just because these songs are in my head, here you go...)




Friday, July 3, 2015

A Box of Broken...WHAT's?!?



“Speaking of balls, don’t you get tired of blue ones?” 

Tired isn’t the half of it. If I don’t get relief from something other than my hand soon, I’ll be as useless as a box of broken condoms.

~Reyes, Untitled story
The Original Billionaire Brothers
(of The Billionaire Brotherhood)
by Molly Grayson

Wednesday, July 1, 2015

Mo' Money, Mo' Problems



The crotchety old keister gets hard every time I’m late for class. I assume it’s because I’m the heir to the Lockwood fortune and the spare to the Wellington empire. Men want me to fuck up. Women just want to fuck me. 

~Reyes, Untitled story
The Original Billionaire Brothers
(of The Billionaire Brotherhood)
by Molly Grayson