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 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

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

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

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

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...)

Sunday's Sexy Six...

Last night, Belle—the hellcat that she was—had sharpened her claws and unleashed them on Ash and Kegan, scratching them both where it hurt, after they’d called a halt to the fun. She’d been pissed at them for stopping, more pissed than he’d ever seen her, pissed enough to read them the riot act. Then she’d been pissed enough to strip naked, give them the finger, and crawl into bed. And still, that hadn’t been enough. She’d yelled, “Get your asses naked and into my bed or you can show yourselves out and not come back until you actually want to get laid.” 

What man could resist that? 

Hope y'all have a Super Sexy Sunday!

Love and kisses,
-Mia