Carving For Cara Quotes

Now, Cara is mine, and only mine. She may not fully know it yet, but she will, and she’ll have no choice but to accept it.

Most people in my small town of Hallow Grove, Iowa, are superstitious and fearful of the devil, but after reading one too many dark romance novels, I’m reasonably certain he’d fuck like a god.

People care too much of what others think of them, and it's amusing to me how they can spend their lives shoving down parts of themselves, keeping them hidden to please others.

My little nightmare.

For the girls who dream of being chased through a cornfield by a masked man, then fucked in the pumpkin patch when he catches you

It’s still strange not to see you in blue,” I say. “It’s time to let all that go, I think,” she answers. “Even if I could go back, I wouldn’t want to, at this point.” “You don’t miss the factions?” “I do, actually.” She glances at me. Enough time has passed between Will’s death and now that I no longer see him when I look at her, I just see Cara. I have known her far longer than I knew him. She has just a touch of his good-naturedness, enough to make me feel like I can tease her without offending her. “I thrived in Erudite. So many people devoted to discovery and innovation--it was lovely. But now that I know how large the world is…well. I suppose I have grown too large for my faction, as a consequence.” She frowns. “I’m sorry, was that arrogant?” “Who cares?” “Some people do. It’s nice to know you aren’t one of them.” I notice, because I can’t help it, that some of the people we pass on the way to the meeting give me nasty looks, or a wide berth. I have been hated and avoided before, as the son of Evelyn Johnson, factionless tyrant, but it bothers me more now. Now I know that I have done something to make myself worthy of that hatred; I have betrayed them all. Cara says, “Ignore them. They don’t know what it is to make a difficult decision.” “You wouldn’t have done it, I bet.” “That is only because I have been taught to be cautious when I don’t know all the information, and you have been taught that risks can produce great rewards.” She looks at me sideways. “Or, in this case, no rewards.” She pauses at the door to the labs Matthew and his supervisor use, and knocks. Matthew tugs it open and takes a bite out of the apple he’s holding. We follow him into the room where I found out I was not Divergent. Tris is there, standing beside Christina, who looks at me like I am something rotten that needs to be discarded. And in the corner by the door is Caleb, his face stained with bruises. I am about to ask what happened to him when I realize that Tris’s knuckles are also discolored, and that she very intentionally isn’t looking at him. Or at me. “I think that’s everyone,” Matthew says. “Okay…so…um. Tris, I suck at this.” “You do, actually,” she says with a grin. I feel a flare of jealousy. She clears her throat. “So, we know that these people are responsible for the attack on Abnegation, and that they can’t be trusted to safeguard our city any longer. We know that we want to do something about it, and that the previous attempt to do something was…” Her eyes drift to mine, and her stare carves me into a smaller man. “Ill-advised,” she finishes. “We can do better.

And who the fuck do I think I am coming all over this man’s corn?

The metal barb of my Jacob’s Ladder piercing

but I keep reminding myself it’s not about size. It’s about how he uses it.

There will be a day I finally snap and leave a flaming bag of dog crap on his front steps, and I have a feeling it’ll be sooner rather than later.

How should I feel about the stranger in the pumpkin mask? How should I feel about him chasing me through a field like a predator would chase his prey? That’s what I was tonight, his prey, and I think I fucking loved it.

Do you like your gift, little nightmare?” his deep voice emanates from behind me, causing me to spin around in a panic.

swallowing. I lock eyes with the tattooed god sitting at the back of the café as I slowly lick the cream that had made its way down my lip, off my finger. Somehow I just know he’d put my vibrator to shame.

She’s mine.

My little nightmare is mine, and only mine.

He’s already watching me through whiskey-brown eyes, scanning over every inch of my body like I’m some prized possession he’s contemplating purchasing. Warmth rises to my cheeks as his sharp facial features and intricately tattooed skin lure me in. I can’t help but suck my lip between my teeth.

Turning to leave, my eyes fall to the ground, where I notice a pair of black lace panties. Bending down, I pick them up and bring them to my nose, inhaling her sweet scent.

Tonight, I’m drinking to cure my hangover. Tomorrow, I’ll deal with the ultimate hangover, but that’s in the back of my mind for now. We’re here to enjoy ourselves and celebrate my favorite holiday: Halloween.

The man wearing the pumpkin mask chuckles. His laugh is deep, haunting me to my core as he releases it. Waves of chills roll down my spine, and I break out into a cold sweat. His voice comes smooth and firm, perhaps even sexy in the most wrong of ways. “Run, little nightmare.

The moment he lets her up and her ghostly eyes lock with mine through the flames, my heart stops beating. I feel seen, exposed, and I can tell by the way her eyes stare back at me, that she feels it too, my little nightmare.

If you could last more than two seconds maybe we would have had more of a chance, but you couldn’t, and you never cared about my needs.

This is punishment for not wearing panties and for fucking Jonah in front of me last night. You are mine, and I will pleasure you however I please. Your body was made for me.

Mmm,” he growls against my ear. “Am I making you feel good, little nightmare?

Normally, I’m a predator who enjoys playing with his prey, but lucky for you, I’d much rather get this over with so I can get back to my girl.

I eventually came to the realization that he was both manipulative and a liar. Some days he walked the line of being verbally abusive, but he never went as far as laying an ill-intended finger on me.

This is the closest I’ve been to her all night, and she’s even more perfect than I remember.

Cara saw the dark side of me when she looked into my eyes; I felt it. In that split second, she learned that I am the predator, and she is my prey, but she didn’t back down. She wants it. My little nightmare craves the chase just as badly as I do, and well, who am I to deny my girl what she wants?

You wanted to play baby, so let’s play,” I smirk

All it takes is one look, a split second where another man holds her attention, to send me into a downward spiral of jealousy and rage. I never want her to smile at anyone else like that again, unless it’s me.

Jonah’s pale head lights up, the holes where his eyes and nose once were illuminated by the tiny flicker of fire resting on his stiff tongue.

I might even have to convince her to add some ink to my collection… maybe her name across my cock.

Watching her brings a proud smile to my face, discreetly hidden behind my scarecrow mask, until someone brushes up against me, pulling my attention from my prey.

stalk down the hall like a man on a mission, and when I reach the wood door, I find they didn’t even close it all the way. Perfect.

never want her to smile at anyone else like that again, unless it’s me.

I want to keep her, she needs to be marked and broken, and when she locked eyes with me, I knew she wanted it to be me who ultimately ruins her.

Something about her has me fully enthralled. One look and I’m completely obsessed.

I am a predator unwilling to share his prey, and by the sounds of their conversation tonight, someone else thinks they have a claim to what’s mine. Tonight, I change that and make sure she knows who she belongs to.

I scan the crowds of people with a predatory gaze, searching for tonight's prey.

I’ll show him just how funny it can be when I carve a permanent smile into his face, and my girl will see what happens when she lets others touch what belongs to me. She will learn her lesson.

Killing for her is quickly becoming my new favorite hobby; no one fucks with my girl and lives.

Cara saw the dark side of me when she looked into my eyes; I felt it. In that split second, she learned that I am the predator, and she is my prey,

To some, she may be the girl of their dreams, the perfect girl next door, but to me, she is the monster under my bed, the thing that keeps me up at night. My little nightmare.

I am a predator unwilling to share his prey, and by the sounds of their conversation tonight, someone else thinks they have a claim to what’s mine. Tonight, I change that and make sure she knows who she belongs to. My little nightmare is mine, and only mine.

I’ve always said there are two types of women in this world: The ones that take a single look at a guy like me and run, and those who fantasize about having me buried deep between their thighs.

I tuck the cob of freshly creamed corn into my pocket and head out after her.

I’m going to fucking ruin you, and watching you break for me is going to be the most beautiful fucking show, little nightmare.

His voice comes smooth and firm, perhaps even sexy in the most wrong of ways. “Run, little nightmare.

It should be my cream dripping down her.

To some, she may be the girl of their dreams, the perfect girl next door, but to me, she is the monster under my bed, the thing that keeps me up at night.

This is why we’re best friends. I love your fucked up sense of humor.

I never want her to smile at anyone else like that again, unless it’s me.

Don’t worry, little nightmare, you won't need that vibrator. Not after tonight.

Her laughter is alluring and soft, almost ethereal, like sparks from a roaring fire floating up to the night sky. My skin burns for her, and even though I know nothing about her, I have to have her.

A lion does not lose sleep over the thoughts of sheep,

Tomorrow, little nightmare... Tomorrow you are mine.

We’re here to enjoy ourselves and celebrate my favorite holiday: Halloween.

These lips would look even prettier wrapped around my cock.

Cara could be laying anywhere, on anything, and she’d be the most gorgeous fucking thing to walk the earth.

Only you can get my cock this hard, little nightmare. Only you,

Look how fucking sexy you are when you’re at my mercy.

That’s right, little nightmare. Cum for me. You know you want to. You know you need to.

I don’t break my promises.

That’s my good girl,

Mine.

Fuck. That’s it, baby. Look how good your pretty little pussy swallows my cock,

Eyes on me, little nightmare.

Scream, moan, beg for it to stop when we both know you want to ride this pumpkin, princess,

Come with me like a good girl.

You belong to me, and I take care of what is mine. Protect what is mine.

I might die if I don’t get a pumpkin spice latte in me RIGHT NOW.

The metal barb of my Jacob’s Ladder piercing rubs against the confinement of my tight black skinny jeans as my cock hardens at the subtle, but incredibly sexy gesture.

A heat in my core begins to warm when I realize just how stuck and at his mercy I am, and I can feel myself getting wet again. I’m terrified of the man hovering over me, but I’m not afraid for my life.