“This was fucked up. This wasn’t how sex was supposed to go. And it was even more fucked-up that it made me… — Natasha Knight Copy Share Image
“About prying her legs apart, making her mine. But I didn’t want that. If she said no, I would stop. I wouldn’t… — Natasha Knight Copy Share Image
“Like a whore? Here? Before your God? Here, bent over his holy altar?” — Natasha Knight God Copy Share Image
“I could have her, that was the point. I didn’t even have to make her. She wanted me, and I was using… — Natasha Knight Copy Share Image
“She was sweet and innocent and scared. And I would still tear her world down brick by brick.” — Natasha Knight Sweet and innocent Copy Share Image
“But he’d gone back into his hell, and there wasn’t room for me there.” — Natasha Knight Copy Share Image
“You want to feel what it’s like to whip someone? To hurt someone who is helplessly bound and unable to fight you?”… — Natasha Knight Copy Share Image
“Whenever I went down those stairs, I would become that little boy again, that scared little boy pissing his fucking pants.” — Natasha Knight Little Boy Copy Share Image
“Damaged beyond repair. That was me. That was what I was. A wrecked monster. A killer. A hateful, vengeful beast.” — Natasha Knight Copy Share Image
“My cock twitched, but it wasn’t just a fuck I wanted. It was so much more. A claiming. A taking. An owning.… — Natasha Knight Copy Share Image
“After all, how can you make a whore out of someone who is willing?” — Natasha Knight Copy Share Image
“All I could do was see her. See myself in her. See fear. Feel it. Feel her terror.” — Natasha Knight Fear Copy Share Image
“Don’t be so grateful yet. Nothing comes for nothing. I’ll think of some way for you to repay me later.” — Natasha Knight Gratitude Copy Share Image
“To be pitiful was to be weak. I would not be weak. I’d decided that the night I’d killed him.” — Natasha Knight Copy Share Image
“I wanted her. I wanted more than just to fuck her. I wanted to have all of her.” — Natasha Knight Copy Share Image
