Monalisa
Smutty books were getting way too filthy for my taste lately.
The couple in the one I was reading were twisted into a position that looked physically impossible, legs over shoulders, back arched at a brutal angle, the hero slamming into her so deep and hard it looked like he was trying to ruin her for any other man.
The author deserved jail time. How the hell did someone even write something that dirty? And how was the heroine not cramping?
I gripped my k****e so tight my knuckles turned white, equal parts horrified and shamefully turned on, when the chaos downstairs exploded again. Bass vibrated through the floor. Loud laughter. Splashing. Drunken shouts.
I peeked through the blinds. Derek’s party had gone full chaos. The backyard was a mess of beer cans, red Solo cups, and
