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

Cuckoo for Kinky Puffs?

The cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs blonde boner blocker stumbled on her slutlettos, just before Waverly slammed the door behind them. Deep down—well, not so deep down—Delancey hoped she’d go ahead and lock the freaking cuntcake in. She’s had enough of Ansley’s antics, and she’d been in her presence less than five minutes. Besides, the last thing Delancey needed was for that bitch’s brand of crazy to rub off on her. 

~In Love, There Was You

The Doms of Kinky, Kansas

Book 2

by Mia Ashlinn

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

Kinky Beavers, Mouthewatering Nuts, and..Fifty Inch Cocks?

“I didn’t go off and have a grand old time in Oregon.”

Oregon? What the hell was Thane doing in Oregon? Hiding in Pine trees, playing with beavers, eating motherfucking nuts?

“I was alone.”

Right. Thane was alone. In motherfucking Oregon. And Sebastian had a fifty inch cock, too.

~Mia

In Love, There Was You

The Doms of Kinky, KS

Mia's Music Monday: Kinky Shades of Blue

My husband recently discovered the guitar god, Joe Bonamassa. As per usual, he decided to use his discovery to expand my musical repertoire and convinced me to listen to Different Shades of Blue. 

Picture it. I was baking muffins. Chocolate with chocolate chips. (They were for my daughter, of course. I'm diabetic. I can't have them. No matter how tasty they are. And trust me, they were going to be positively orgasmic.) Anyway, the muffins were coming out of the oven when I heard the lyrics to Different Shades of Blue. I stopped dead and almost burned myself. I thought, "Holy shit sticks!" 

Why? You ask.

Because the song struck every cord I have. It was like Mr. Bonamassa had written the song for Thane Sorenson from In Love, There Was You. So to those of you who ask me about what I'm listening to while writing, this one is for you.

Kisses,

~Mia Ashlinn

Different Shades of Blue

Lyrics

The sun's been shinin' down on me day and night

Gettin' away with murder, livin' a lucky life

All good things finally come to an end

Hit ya like a train if you try to beat it

Everybody knows that she broke your heart

Everybody knows that it's tearing you apart

The row you've been sailin' on sprung a leak

You won't admit, but it's startin' to make you weep

When you got nothing left to lose

Might sound good, but I'm not sure that's true

You carry the pain around and that's what sees you through

The different shades of blue

Tell by the way you hang your head

The way you cast your eyes and things you haven't said

You've gathered past ten years written on your face

Your whole damn life's been one big race

Everybody goes there whether they want to or not

Everybody starts to hold on to what they got

And start to settle in with the long hall

Real life baby, oh, you can't have it all

When you got nothing left to lose

Might sound good, but I'm not sure that's true

You carry the pain around and that's what sees you through

The different shades of blue

When you got nothing left to lose

Might sound good, but I'm not sure that's true

You carry the pain around and that's what sees you through

The different shades of blue

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

Kinky Behavior

“What I want is for you and Sebastian to behave. We both know that isn’t happening.”

No, it wasn’t. Thane and Bast would fight it out, fuck it out, and then fight it out again. The two of them were volatile. A fireball was more stable than they were, and fireballs flamed out. They never did.

~Thane, In Love, There Was You

(The Doms of Kinky, Kansas Book 2)

by Mia Ashlinn

Kinky Office Visits

“Damn, boy.” Adam whistled. “I did all your dirty work, and you still ended up in 'Daddy’s' office?” He shook his head. “Pitiful. Fucking pitiful.”

~Adam, In Love, There Was You

(The Doms of Kinky, Kansas Book 2)

by Mia Ashlinn

Kinky Problems, Breathing's One

Sebastian didn’t breathe, didn’t blink, didn’t move. He felt as though his life hinged on Thane’s next words.

“I’d close my eyes and take my cock in hand. Then I’d pretend it was you stroking me. I’d get out the lube and tell myself it was Delancey’s mouth wrapped around me. It was her sucking me off. I’d spend hours, Bast. Hours fucking myself into oblivion. I’d blow load after load. Each time, I called your name or hers. And each time, I was left more empty than before.”

~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