Lights Out Navessa Allen Quotes

I didn’t want him morally grey. I wanted someone with a soul as black as night. Someone who would burn the world down for me and not lose a single minute of sleep over it.

My evil plan was working. Step one: get Aly to drop her guard. Step two: fuck her on this couch. Oh, wait, no. I’d skipped a few steps somewhere

Are you saying that the couple who commits homicide together, stays together?” He snorted. “Too wordy. I prefer the couple who slays together, stays together.

Aly? Do you want to be my girlfriend? The position comes with snacks and orgasms and maybe a little light stalking.

I need so much more therapy than I’m currently getting.

This man is always coming onto my FYP and never on me, and that is a tragedy,

No. Goddamnit. I did not need a brat kink on top of my newly awakened praise kink. The two were supposed to cancel each other out, not act as amplifiers.

I thought we could spend some quality time together as a family. You, me. Our maladjusted son who just scooted his butt across the carpet behind you.

I checked to see if Fred was not in the room. What i was about to do to his mother, no child should see.

I nearly kicked at the floor like a petulant child. But I don't wanna go to bed! I want to stay up late and get railed!

There isn’t a time limit on grief or trauma.

The woman was down for kinky sex, knew how I liked my coffee, and was more than willing to aid in the murder of a rapist. What had I done to get so lucky?

I won’t do it if you don’t promise to be a good boy,” she crooned. Praise kink: unlocked.

He’d dragged me out of the gray world I’d been living in and taught me how to see colors again.

On principle, I didn’t trust anyone who didn’t like cats, so they’d never be around to judge me anyway.

I’d remind myself what kind of woman I was. The kind who didn’t run screaming from her masked stalker but fucked his knife handle instead.

Fuck me,” I muttered. “Kind of a weird time to offer,” Aly said without missing a beat. “Can I take a raincheck until after we’ve disposed of the body and you get a chance to brush your teeth?

I have no regrets about publicly claiming you.

I mean, I know we haven’t had the official conversation yet, but we share a child, and I feel like disposing of a body is a boyfriend-girlfriend activity and not something you do with a casual hookup.

Lucius did not appreciate being asked about his time in Azkaban.

Praise kink: unlocked.

Claiming me? Oh, god. No, vagina, do not quiver at that. Damn it. Not you, too, ovaries.

Reader, I puke-laughed. And, no. I do not recommend it.

My entire life was devoted to caring for others. I wanted someone to take care of me for once. I wanted someone to want me. No, need me. I wanted a man so obsessed that he hacked into cameras to watch me when he couldn't sleep. I wanted him to monitor my location data, order me a home security system so no one else could break into my house, and threaten to murder anyone who hurt me. I didn’t want him morally grey. I wanted someone with a soul as black as night. Someone who would burn the world down for me and not lose a single minute of sleep over it.

I stabbed the knife down. Straight into the corner of her mattress. She clapped her hands over her mouth to muffle her horrified scream. I crooked a finger at her, beckoning her forward. “Come here, Aly,” I said, wrapping my other hand around the knife handle so there would be no mistaking my intent. “I want to watch you ride it.

Technically, she'd stalked me first. Or she'd tried to…

Please, God. Don’t let her have a fisting kink, I thought. Being used like a puppet was not something I wanted to experience.

He made me feel alive. He'd dragged me out of the gray world I'd been living in and taught me how to see colors again. In a sea of men who barely put in any effort, this man stood out for going above and beyond. He was the definition of "If he wanted to, he would." Because he'd done for me what no one else ever had: he not only met but exceeded my needs, both physically and emotionally. He kept me on my toes, never knowing what he would do next. And he did it all while making me blush and laugh, often at the same time.

The blaring of an alarm jarred me out of sleep. I shot up in bed, and for a second, I couldn’t see anything. Fear punched through me. Had the contacts rolled into the back of my eyes while I slept and severed my optic nerves? Was that even possible? Aly groaned somewhere nearby. “What is that sound?” “I don’t know. I’ve gone blind,” I said, voice laced with panic. Fuck, that was the second time I’d forgotten to disguise it. “What?” she yelped, and the mattress shifted with her movement. “Help me,” I whimpered, Batman-style, and yes, it was just as pathetic as it sounds. “Oh my god,” she said with a shaky laugh. “You’re not blind. Your dumb baklava slid sideways.

Give him the most toe-curling, leg-shaking, dick-throbbing, sheet-gripping, soul-sucking, ball-draining head of his life.

Aly squatted next to me, rubbing my back and making soothing noises as I retched. “This is probably a bad time to gloat over the fact that I was right about your identity, isn’t it?” Reader, I puke-laughed. And, no. I do not recommend it. I’d just killed a man, and my unhinged partner in crime was cracking jokes. “Fuck me,” I muttered.

Goddamn it. He was going to be my undoing, wasn't he?

You’re here,” she said, so low I almost missed the words. I slipped my hand from hers and pulled her into a hug. “You needed me.

Don’t pull out. I want to feel you unload inside me.

And when he smiled and those dimples appeared? It triggered ovulation. You couldn’t convince me otherwise. Not after the way I stood there staring at him while my ovaries donned their warpaint and started metaphorically chucking eggs at the man.

I cocked a brow at her. “Alpha, huh? Is that something out of your porno books?” She rolled her eyes. “They’re called spicy romances, and they’ve taught me as much about myself as your masktok account has.

Help me,” I whimpered, Batman-style, and yes, it was just as pathetic as it sounds. “Oh my god,” she said with a shaky laugh. “You’re not blind. Your dumb baklava slid sideways.

I love you,” I told her, unable to keep it in any longer. “I know,” she said. “You do?” She nodded, her hair tickling my forehead. “Yeah, you’ve been saying it in your sleep for the past week.

I reached into the front pocket of my bag and pulled out my trusted disguise: glasses and a fake mustache. In my defense, it was a very high-end fake mustache,

Now that I know that, all I want to do is keep you locked in this house, naked.” “Smash. Next question.

You good, baby?" "Better than good." "Then what the fuck are you sitting still for?... I told you to ride it.

This woman was fucking mine, and if I had to mark every inch of her skin, I would.

Maybe it was time to accept the fact that I wasn't normal, and I never would be. I wanted things most people didn't, craved darkness and depravity instead of light and love. I'd been fighting my nature for as long as I could remember, and I was tired of it.

I didn’t want him morally grey. I wanted someone with a soul as black as night.

Am I being Gilmored right now?” He nodded. “Yup. He’s going full Emily on you.

Yes, he might end up breaking my heart, but if I didn't give this a chance, I'd be breaking my own heart instead, and possibly his along with it.

Probably because you’re picturing him breathing like that while wrapping his belt around your wrists to restrain you, you horny little bitch.

How fun is it to run through the woods at night during winter?” About as much fun as having Hannibal Lecter for a gynecologist.

What was it about smartass men that was so attractive?

No, this man had an almost intrinsic understanding of me, like he was more adept at seeing through bullshit than most and could reach right down to the core of a person.

I am Batman.

Son of a bitch. What was it with all these stalkers lately? Was it me? Was I giving off some weird, come-at-me pheromone? Or was Mercury in retrograde again?

Alyssa Cappellucci,” he said. “Will you marry me so I can spend the rest of my life chasing you?

Have you ever heard of the word boundaries? I texted the Faceless Man. Doesn’t sound familiar, he wrote back. Can you use it in a sentence?

Nice stache, Porno Joe.” Great. Smart-assery ran in Aly’s family.

Taking care of her felt good. It was clear to me from what I’d seen that someone needed to, and I’d be damned if I let another man do it.

That was probably the allure. Kinky sex with a hot, faceless man who didn’t speak? Sign me the hell up. I’d had about enough of men’s voices lately.

I need so much more therapy than I’m currently getting.” I grinned, because same.

Fred came running right up to me, his tail held high and mouth wide open as he sang me the song of his people.

Or the one where I kidnapped her in the hospital parking garage, drove her into the middle of the woods, and told her to run as far as she could because what I planned to do when I caught her would make even the Devil weep.

Tyler liked to leave his socks lying around, but he’d been doing it less and less. He complained the other day that he was running out of them and the dryer must be eating them somehow. It wasn’t. I was throwing them away to try and break his bad habit.

She opened her mouth. Closed it again. Was Aly flustered? Oh, this was too good. My dark, devious heart sang at the sight of her searching for a way to excuse her behavior. I was going to torment the fuck out of this woman, and it was going to be so much fun.

One showed a tubby little raccoon ambling past my back door, and I saved it to my photos to rewatch it later because even though I knew they were wild animals and carriers of the rabies virus, every time I saw a trash panda, I wanted to pick it up and smoosh it.

couple who slays together, stays together.

It's called a balaclava," I told her. "And what did I say?" she asked. "Baklava. One is a mask. The other a delicious dessert.

You never gave me an answer,” Josh said, snapping me out of my dark thoughts. “About what?” “Whether or not you’re my girlfriend.

I regularly covered my chest in stage blood and held a butcher knife while sitting in the dark and staring into a camera like I just got done slaughtering an entire family.

You’re going to sit. I’m going to play.

My panties were soaked not because of how achingly turned on I was but because I’d developed sudden onset incontinence, and that was the story I was sticking to.

If this man broke my heart, I was screwed, because I had a feeling he was forever altering my sexual cravings.

would blow like a two-pump-chump, and my badass reputation would be ruined entirely.

This is something I’ve dreamed about for months, and I’m not going to deny myself a chance to touch you just because we’re in a fight.” Awww. Our first official fight.

But did you ever stop to consider whether or not you were safe with me?

Do you want to be my girlfriend? The position comes with snacks and orgasms and maybe a little light stalking.

One day, I would learn to stop being such a smartass, but today was not that day.

No,” Aly said. “There is absolutely no way. What did you do? Cover yourself in catnip? He hates men.” Now, why did that little piece of information suddenly make me feel so special?

If Lorelei could get through a few hours with her mother for Rory’s sake, I could get through dinner with Nico and his spawn. My uncle was bad, but Emily Gilmore made him look like a peach in comparison.

I’d never felt more feral in my life, like I could fight every man who looked at her, put a fucking collar on her neck and lead her around on a leash just to prove that she belonged to me. Aly didn’t have to lay claim to me in return. She already owned me, body and soul. Every snap of her hips, every sweet, needy sound that echoed through the shower only served to tighten her hold on me. She writhed, moaned, widened her legs, and circled her hips, and oh, fuck, the way her pussy clenched around me was going to milk me fucking dry.

Specifically, thirst traps of men wearing some sort of mask. My obsession with them started at the beginning of autumn when this subgenre of videos rose to the spotlight every year, thanks to horny book lovers and lusty lurkers like me.

I prefer the couple who slays together, stays together.

It better not be a bomb, or I’m coming back as a poltergeist and finding some way to ghost-murder you.

All because I wanted to fuck a pretty girl while wearing a mask.

My stupid, fragile, love-starved heart wasn't great at self-preservation to begin with, and this man was shredding what few defenses I'd erected around it.

How were all her partners equally blind? She should be wifed up by now, spoiled and cherished like the queen she waw. Men were idiots. That was the only explanation.

And what had I tried to do? Push him away? Why did I think I didn't get to have good things?

She craved feeling safe and protected just as much as she wanted it rough and dirty.

It wasn’t that I didn’t think I was worthy of love; I just couldn’t believe I’d gotten so lucky that she was the one who loved me.

You’re deranged. You know that?” I shrugged. Deranged. Protective. Same thing.

Josh turned toward it and yelled, Batman-style, “Have you no respect for our alone time?” Yowl. “I’m not having this argument with you, young man!” Josh called back. Yowl. “Excuse you, sir. You better not talk to your mother like that when I’m not around.

And no, Lucius did not appreciate being asked if he'd learned any fun new spells recently. I still wasn't convinced he wasn't some kind of wizard. The fact that he'd spent the last our and half trying to set me on fire with his eyes was suspicious as hell.

Does he have his quirks? Yes. Will you get annoyed at the way he turns everything into a joke? Sooner than you expect. But Josh is the kind of ride-or-die you could go to with a body, and he’d help you hide it.” I choked on my coffee. If only Tyler knew how true that statement was.

All this time, you’ve been trying to reassure me that I’m safe with you,” she said, sliding the blunted side of the blade higher. “But did you ever stop to consider whether or not you were safe with me?” I nearly groaned. Aly in her villain era? I would bankrupt myself for front-row tickets to that show.

My entire life was devoted to caring for others. i wanted someone to take care of me for once. I wanted someone to want me. No, need me. I wanted a man so obsessed that he hacked into cameras to watch me when he couldn't sleep. I wanted him to monitor my location data, order me a home security system so no one else could break into my house, and threaten to murder anyone who hurt me.

Unfortunately, we’re going to have to work through our issues with dialogue like rational adults because if that was meant to prevent me from breaking my word to you again, I gotta tell you, it backfired.” His chest heaved as he chuckled. “Are you sure? Because you sounded apologetic as fuck about halfway through it.

Maybe it was time to accept the fact that I wasn’t normal, and I never would be. I wanted things most people didn’t, craved darkness and depravity instead of light and love. I’d been fighting my nature for as long as I could remember, and I was tired of it.

I already knew the answer to that, along with several other facts like her address, where she’d gone to nursing school, what kind of grades she got, and what her current work schedule was. You know, normal things people knew about their roommate’s ex-hookups.

I think I’m falling for you,” I blurted. Maybe it was the hormones, or maybe it was how well he’d just brought my fantasies to life. Or maybe it was how he could make me laugh even in the most stressful situations. The way he’d moved himself right into my life like he’d always belonged there. The way he treated my, no, our cat like a human child. The unselfconscious goofiness of the man. The beauty. The intelligence. The way he looked at me like I was his whole world. And yes, even the obsessive way he tracked my every move. Even the way he watched me, stalked me, and hunted me down.

Icouldn’t have been awake for more than six hours, and I was already exhausted. I guess having my house broken into, aiding in the kidnapping and killing of a rapist, hauling his body halfway across the state, getting screamed at by a mobster, driving back into the city in full-blown terror that I was being followed, and then waiting for two hours in a cold autobody shop while my boyfriend’s car was repeatedly deep cleaned by a middle-aged black man named Lucius would do that to a woman. And no, Lucius did not appreciate being asked about his time in Azkaban.

This was happening. I was about to ride a knife handle while blindfolded and handcuffed. I should have been petrified, but all I felt was anticipation of what was to come. Fingers still inside me, Josh let go of my hip and guided my leg off his shoulder. I felt steadier back on two feet. Right until he crooked his fingers again, and my knees wobbled. He took advantage of my unbalance by putting his shoulder into my pelvis. Caught off guard, I tipped forward. His fingers slid out of me, and he wrapped his arm around the back of my thighs and stood with me sprawled over him like a sack of potatoes.

I heard a thud like he’d dropped to both knees between my spread legs, and then his mouth was on me, sucking at the skin of my neck before he bit and nipped his way lower. One hand still kept the handcuffs pinned to the bed while the thumb of his other started moving in slow circles at the top of my clit as I thrust into him. His lips found my breast, tongue flicking over my nipple, and I cried out. The walls of my pussy squeezed against the knife handle, an orgasm already building inside me.