“Fuckin’ my man in my bed,” he said over Gabriel’s shoulder. “You got some goddamn nerve, girl.”
— Cara McKenna
“Now you make yourself come, bitch. And I’ll know if you’re faking. You make that cunt clench around my cock or I swear to God I’ll make you regret it”
— Cara McKenna
“Okay. We’ve got about twenty minutes before I get mean again.’ She laughed, relieved the night was still young, ‘What are you, some kind of sex-werewolf?”
— Cara McKenna