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Mia/Molly

Evil Kisses

“Really? That’s where you want the kiss?”

No, where I want the kiss would have her creaming her cotton fucking panties. Christ knows it has me about to soak my goddamn trousers.

~See The Evil

Three Wise Men

Book 1

by Molly Grayson

See The Evil: Wedding Dress

I stare at the embossed wedding invite as though it’s an emaciated Great White and I’m on my fucking period. I’ve been here before. Done this before. Bought a big, white dress and set that bitch on fire. Before.

~See The Evil

Three Wise Men

Book 1

by Molly Grayson

An Evil Tease

I am an asshole. I own it.

What I said was out of line. I own that, too.

She snatches her nightdress off the floor then shrugs it on, not even attempting to be sexy about it, a fact for which I’m grateful. “You think Dash is perfect. You think you love her.” She shoves her feet into those stupid assed slippers then plucks up her panties. “But you don’t. You don’t love anyone.” 

She charges up to me, going toe-to-toe, chest-to-chest, while she wags her finger, thong included, under my nose. Her panties reek of recently fucked pussy, and it’s a dickslap in the face. 

“You can’t,” she screams. “Bastards like your aren’t capable of love!” Her smile turns arctic, her final words like razor blades. “And even if you were, remember this. She doesn’t love you. She’ll never love you. You made goddamn sure of that, you stupid motherfucker.”

Prudence flings her hair behind her, pushes her shoulders back, and then prances out as if she’s just won the Triple Crown. And that’s when I lose my shit. 

I slam my fist into the mirror, not caring that I bought myself seven years of bad luck or that my knuckles are raw and bleeding. I don’t care about anyone or anything because Prudence is right. 

Dash doesn’t love me. 

Not anymore. 

She’ll never love me. 

Not again. 

I destroyed her once. I destroyed her twice. Then I destroyed her a third and a fourth time. But the final time? She destroyed me.

~See The Evil

Three Wise Men

Book 1

by Molly Grayson

See The Evil: Attack of the Queen Bee

Dash’s hard eyes are on mine as she waves away the security milling around her like they’re pesky bees and she’s their motherfucking Queen. At that moment, I wouldn’t put it past her to fuck them, just to make their dicks explode and watch them die.

~See The Evil

Three Wise Men

Book 1

by Molly Grayson

See The Evil: Possession is Nine-Tenths of the Law

Pink floods her creamy cheeks, reminding me of all the strawberry milkshakes I used to sneak her at night. She thought they came from Luke. Probably still does. But my brother doesn’t notice the small things, let alone do them. That’s why he doesn’t deserve her. He thinks he’s worthy, believes they’re meant to be together. But he isn’t, and they aren’t. He’ll never have her. I’ll never let him. 

~See The Evil

Three Wise Men

Book 1

by Molly Grayson

See The Evil: Actions Speak Louder Than Words

Men say they’d kill for the woman they love. Not me. I don’t say it. I don’t have to. Because I’ve done it, and I’ll do it again. And again and again. Until she’s safe. Or until the world lay bleeding at my feet. She’s mine, and I protect what’s mine.

~See The Evil

Three Wise Men

Book 1

by Molly Grayson

See The Evil: On His Desk

Of course, she’s at my desk. She’s always at my desk, which kills me because I want her on my desk. I want her on her knees on my desk. I want to tonguefuck her from behind while I fingerfuck her tight, little asshole—while she’s on her knees. On. My. Desk. 

~See The Evil

Three Wise Men

Book 1

by Molly Grayson

See The Evil: Natural Born Enemies

We don’t fight like cats and dogs. We’re bobcats and wolves. Tigers and bears. Pythons and King—motherfucking—cobras. But add in Dash, and I’m the Antichrist toying with an annoying, little ant. I will stomp her, squash her, and leave her as no more than a gut stain on the goddamn ground. 

~See The Evil,
Three Wise Men
Book 1

by Molly Grayson

Teasetastic Tuesday: See The Evil

I smile, allowing all the hatred in my heart to burn through in a blaze of fury, and stand to my full-height. I tower over him, an angry skyscraper to his pissant warehouse. “No.”

Keith falters, his facade fades. “What do you mean ‘no’?”

I shake my head, perversely amused. “I mean, no. I don’t answer to him. I don’t answer to you. If I want to do something, I’ll do it. If I don’t, I won’t. It’s that simple.”

Keith’s wrath rears its hideous head, and he hisses. “You think you’re God here. But you’re not. You’re a figurehead. Nothing more.”

I give Keith my back, showing his insignificance to me. “That’s where you’re wrong, little brother. I am God here. I clawed my way from the ground up. I earned everyone’s respect. Now, I’m the boss. I’m in control. If I want to watch you bleed, I’ll gut you, and they’ll”—I jerk my chin toward the door—“clean it up. I snap my fingers, and they’ll bury you so deep, no one will ever find you.”

Keith’s hand lands on my shoulder. I shrug it off as though it’s nothing, as if he’s nothing. “This is your warning, the only one you’ll get. Push me, and I’ll push back. I won’t kill you. You don’t get off that easy. I will fuck with you until you beg me to slice your throat. Then I’ll fuck with you until you slice your own goddamn throat. Got me?” 

~See The Evil,

Book 1 of The Three Wise Men Trilogy

by Molly Grayson

Angels, Death, & Really Bad Breath

“Hey, blue eyes.”

“Yes, cherub?”

“I smell like death.”

“I wish I could disagree.”

~Reyes, Untitled

The Original Brothers

(of The Billionaire Brotherhood)

by Molly Grayson

Teasetastic Tuesday: Cavemen & Kink

“You know I don’t touch a woman with another man’s cum on her.” Or in her. “Too messy.” 

The bullshit falls from my tongue with disturbing ease. I’ve delivered it so many times I almost believe myself. But a man who gets off on dirty, filthy, nasty sex doesn’t give a shit about mixing fluids because it’s “messy.” No, it goes deeper than that. 

There’s something primal in me that balks at the thought of touching a woman who’s been marked by her lover. Yes, I say, marked. You can call it what you like. Signed, branded, stamped, whatever. It’s all the same thing. It’s a sign of ownership. And I’m not a part of owning anyone. I’m the third or fourth. On occasion, I’m the fifth or even sixth. I’m the person who joins, not the person who belongs. I’m me. They’re them. We’re separate entities, who happen to come together.

Don’t you dare excuse that pun. Pure. Fucking. Gold.

Now if I ever take my own woman, which is about as likely as a penis pump working without a hose, I’ll always go bare. I’ll be the one filling her. I’ll be the man marking her. It’ll be my pleasure to sign, brand, and stamp her. Our third will be suiting up. But I don’t have to worry about that. I’ll never take the lead in a relationship. That’s on Hunt. The poor fuck.

~Reyes, Untitled

The Original Brothers

(of The Billionaire Brotherhood)

by Molly Grayson

“Because you were so worried about us, Sorenson.”

Thane came off the couch and was in Sebastian’s face. Their eyes locked as Thane’s palm landed against Sebastian’s neck. He wrapped his fingers around the sides and squeezed. “Don’t think for a second I didn’t do this for you,” he breathed. His mouth hovered above Sebastian’s. “Don’t believe for a moment I didn’t walk away because I didn’t care about what happened to you.” 

Thane’s grip tightened. 

Sebastian tried to swallow but couldn’t.

“My wife and you are everything,” he spat. “Every. Fucking. Thing.”

Thane’s hold strengthened.

Breathing was a challenge.

“I didn’t give up my life to save myself,” he said.

Sebastian’s heart battered his ribcage. Breathing went from a challenge to a burden. He couldn’t remember how to draw in air, couldn’t recall a way to push it out, and he couldn’t focus long enough to care. His lungs, they burned. They were desperate for oxygen. But his brain was adrift as Thane mindfucked him, as his body controlled him, as his chartreuse eyes revealed the things his words never could.

“Bast, I get your hurt. I get your angry. I am, too.” Thane released Sebastian so fast, so furious, his head spun. His legs weakened. He would have lost his balance, if Thane hadn’t been there to catch him. “Don’t forget. I. Am. Too. Goddamn it.”

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

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

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

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 

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

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

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

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

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