Even though we knew each other, there was no way I was taking her to my bed. Walked right up to her and nearly gagged on my own vomit when she damn near dry humped my ass right there. I followed her from New York to Vail, Colorado. The first time, all I did was take her to dinner.
This is the second time I’ve taken her out. The strange thing is, every time my ass was taken out while in prison, she was there to visit the very minute I recovered. She may have had nothing to do with what happened to me. And when I look her in the face, you bet your sweet ass I will make those words count by shoving them down her nasty throat. Jazmin Maria Carlos is a vile, self-loathing, vengeful, and hateful cunt. Hell has no fury like a man whose destiny was prearranged, a man who was set up and forced to spend a few years behind bars for a crime he didn’t commit. They say hell has no fury like a woman scorned. Set me up along with my now very dead cousin Royal Diamond. Woman or not, she’s just like her brother. And if she gets any closer to my dick with those fuckers, I may say to hell with my plan and break them off right along with her hand. Like they’d drill a damn hole in your back, stab you in the back, and fuck you up. That nasty hand with her well-groomed fingernails glides seductively up and down my leg, if that’s what you want to call them they look more like pointed blue talons. Either way, I will make sure I achieve my plan first. Dangerous.Įither she desperately needs to get fucked, or she wants to kill me.
Long and thin, while the inside of her skin is as poisonous as a flesh-eating spider’s. Her arms are like that of a damn daddy longlegs. It’s quite obvious Jazmin has plans of her own the way she’s leaning into me over the console, her hand rubbing up and down my thigh. I need her to set this in motion, finish this, so I can move on with my life. I have no intentions at all of ruining this wedding. It’s all about revenge, and thank god he’s prepared to help deliver it. He wasn’t happy when I told him what needed to be done he understands though. Why am I bringing her to this wedding again? Because I need the bitch. All I can smell is her and the damn bottle of perfume she fucking bathed in. I can no longer smell the leather or the fresh scent of new. This bitch sitting next to me in my new Chevy Silverado has all but ruined the sweet smell of the inside of my baby. This book is dedicated to every woman who has found her true Names, characters, places, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.Īll rights reserved. Other Books by Kathy Coopmans The Deliverance of Dilan