Insatiable

Book 2 of The Unhinged Love Trilogy

Thank you for taking the Insatiable ride with me. You are in for a delicious journey. This book is an extremely spicy, dark romance. It's downright nasty. If you aren't a fan of morally gray characters, obsessive love, gore, and raunchy, dirty sex, then this book isn't for you. Turn back now.

For those of you who choose to stay, hope you like a side of plot with your smut.

Please check trigger warnings here. I will not compensate for therapy bills.

Dedication

Caution:

Panties may become slippery when wet. Proceed with caution.

If you need another warning, here it is:

Your Pastor, Priest, Rabi, and anyone you answer to will not like you reading this book. This is not for everyone. It does contain very graphic depictions of things you may want to hide from people who are too afraid to explore their darker side. You’ve been warned.

As for you, you bad girl. This book is for you. Now spread my pages wide and come inside.

“Don’t you know I’ll tear the world apart for you, little fox?”

Prologue

Being murdered by the love of my life was—how would you say—unexpected. That is until I found myself stuffed…in a small box…underground…in the Georgia humidity. We had a heated love story. Some might call it a bit unhinged, but would I call it deadly? Absolutely not! So, imagine my surprise when the love of my life attempted to choke me to death while his cock was buried deep inside me.

I run my now callous fingers along the splintered box, the four walls starting to cut my supply of oxygen. Darkness engulfs me. I close my eyes to drown it out and fight the tears that threaten to fall. What had I done? Was this a test? Had he gone mad? He had to have gone mad. But why? Was it the death of his mother? I mean, she had it coming. How dare she try to tell him to abandon our relationship and go back home to take care of her. Did she think I’d sit idly by and let her take him away? Could his grief have driven him to act so aggressively towards me? No, that couldn’t be it. He loves me. He would never hurt me. I hoped he would never hurt me.

Chapter 1

Ayemeline

The local coffee shop, Out of The Brew, is the place for college kids to grab a Tall, half-calf, non-fat, triple shot, soy, no foam, goat milk, sugar-free, extra shot macchiato each morning. I’ve never been into all that allure, however. I just want my coffee to be strong and black. I need it today. I stayed up all night with Micah—the nerdy guy I had invited to my room last night. I was supposed to be studying for my English final. But halfway through my study session, I stepped out to get a slice of pizza, and I ended up with him inside me instead. I don’t even know why it happened. He was there, and I was horny. This is why my study session took all night and not a few hours as initially intended. And why I am now at this coffee shop surrounded by these pretentious college kids trying to get something that would keep me awake during my English final.

I’m used to being in a constant state of fatigue. My days were spent working at Loads of Laughter Daycare, and my nights studying and fucking, in no particular order. For this reason, my coffee is like a mother to me. Unlike my mother, it brings me comfort. And I have to have it if I intend to pass this final. After all, I have something to prove to my parents, who labeled me the greatest regret of their lives. I have this burning desire to show them I could accomplish anything without their support hence why I was at this ridiculous University with all these pretentious assholes. I do not want to be here. But what choice do I have?

I stand awkwardly behind two girls as they scroll mindlessly through their phones, neither one paying attention to the other, although it is obvious that they came in together. I shift from foot to foot, trying to find a comfortable position, my hands dangling by my side like they didn’t want to be there. I fold my arms and drop them to my side again, trying to find comfort in a crowd of strangers. A girl I recognize from my sociology class bumps into my shoulder as she makes her way to the counter, never glancing back to see who she bumped into. The echoing sound of chatter fills the air as people converse with one another, hugging friends they haven’t seen in the last ten minutes. The air feels heavy as sweat begins to form on top of my lip. I wipe it away, being careful not to draw attention to myself.

“What can I getcha?” The guy behind the counter stares at me.

I take a small step forward. “Um…Coffee?”

He stares at me incredulously. “You want to be more specific, sweetheart?”

I hate being called ‘sweetheart’ by strangers.

“Just coffee…black…with um…sugar?

“Juiced?”

“Huh?”

“Do. You. Want. Your. Coffee. Decaf or caffeinated?” He speaks to me like I’m stupid.

“Um…caffeinated?”

He walks away to prepare my order, and I forcibly step back as a blond girl hurriedly steps forward to place her order as if I weren’t there. Looking around, I recognize many of these faces from my classes. I’m pretty good at remembering faces; one never knows when that skill will be handy.

The constant ding of the bell that hangs above the coffee shop door forces me to shift my attention to the entrance. There walks in the most beautiful, tall, thick-bodied god—Ariel Yearwood—my Ariel Yearwood. My eyes water at the sight of him. This man was breathtaking. He is unfathomably delectable. I gaze upon the herculean creature with sepia reddish-brown skin—its rich, warm tone contrasted exceptionally with his warm blonde curls. A dazzling smile reveals a slight dimple on one cheek. My eyes draw to his generous, pillow-like lips. I yearn to touch my finger to those lips. And his beard—oh gosh, that beard!

He walks up to the counter, places his order, and then plops down on a stool just two tables from where I stand. In his hand is a music case, which he sits on the ground by his feet. He chats mindlessly with the friend he walked in with. They stand eye-to-eye. Both are over six feet tall, but Ariel is a lot broader than he is. His eyes wander around the room. They land on mine. We lock eyes, and suddenly, I can’t move; I stop breathing. I cannot look away. There is something eerily calm about him. My stomach feels hot. My heart sprints and excitement weakens my knees. I found him—my soulmate.

“Ari,” the sudden howl of the guy behind the counter jerks me out of my stupor. Ari. Ari. I say his name over in my mind as if the mere mention of his name will engrave him in my heart. He pushes himself off the stool and brushes past me. His comforting aroma of air-dried sheets coats my throat. Even after he walks out of the coffee shop, drink in hand, his clean, crisp aroma lingers. It is the scent of new beginnings.

And now, a bonus scene from Insatiable

Ari gently takes the knife from my hand and sets it down. He cups my face in both of his large hands and kisses me. “You’re here with me.”

I blink up at him through blurry vision.

“Stay here…with me.”

I nod. He plants another kiss on my lips before moving down to my neck. He sucks my scar. I can feel the pinch of his teeth as he bites down. My cries become moans of pleasure.

“I love the taste of your blood,” he moans into my neck.

He pulls away and lifts his shirt over his head, flinging it to the ground. I watch as he lays his body flat on the ground.

“Sit,” he demands.

Obeying, I straddle him, one leg on each side of his head. I crouch down until my pussy hovers teasingly above his mouth. He uses two hands and pulls me into him, slamming my pussy onto his tongue.

His hard dick forms a noticeable bulge in his pants. I yearn to see his hard, glistening cock stand at full mass for me.

“Oh, Master,” I moan as his tongue penetrates my pussy. He jabs his tongue deeper. His finger toys with my ass. That’s when I realize the object he placed in my ass earlier is still there. He toys at it, pushing it in and out while his tongue alternated in my pussy. He starts to build a good rhythm, and I can feel my pussy leaking onto his face.

He reaches down and unzips his pants with one hand, freeing his hard, rigid cock. Fuck, that looks appetizing.

I make eye contact with the man before me and smile. His eyes bulge as he stares at us, a streak of blood and tears running down his face. Had he not been gagged, his screams would’ve alerted anyone who was near. I lean forward and grip Ari’s cock. It’s wet with his precum. I slowly put it in my mouth. Starting slow, I kiss and lick up and down his cock before taking it into my mouth again. I feel him kiss my pussy lips and begin to lick up and down my slit. He takes my clit into his mouth, and I almost black out from the immense pleasure. I lightly grab his balls with one hand while I use the other hand to stroke his dick, my hand and mouth working together to make an up-and-down motion. He grunts, and the vibration of the sounds emanates through my pussy.

I suck faster, rubbing my pussy on his face. He sticks a finger inside my pussy, almost pushing me over the edge. My pussy clamps down on his finger as I moan loudly with his cock still in my mouth. I feel his thighs tighten. He begins to thrust his hips into my mouth. His body begins to spasm as his tongue penetrates my pussy again, becoming more intense. He loses control as thick spurts of his cum floods my mouth. I keep sucking as he jerks and thrashes beneath me.