Title: PERV
Series: Filth Book 1
Author: Dakota Gray
Genre: Erotica Romance (18+)
Release Date: August 23, 2016
I'm honest about what I am. You want to screw until you can't see straight? I'm your guy. You want to experience the best oral orgasm of your life, don't pass go and collect two-hundred dollars. Eating you for dessert is my specialty. I live for that. Skinny, average or meat on your bones, I don't care. Blonde, brunette...white, Asian, black...
Are you pink where it counts? Then you're my type.
I'm your guy.
For the duration of our affair, I will call you Sugar because I can't bother to retain your name.
That's the kind of man I am, and you will know that going in. I make sure of it.
So it's not my fault her friend loved me, but She is going to make me pay for that.
And I'm too addicted to her taste to walk away.
**Fans of Emma Chase's hot and humorous romance novels and Skye Warren's dark, twisted fantasies will love Dakota Gray's PERV.**
"Dakota Gray's impressive debut has it all. Obsession, revenge, sizzling chemistry, and a bad boy hero you can't help but love. But read with caution: some scenes were so hot they damn near burned my e-reader to a crisp." ~Lily Danes, author of SINS OF HER PAST
"Perv is sultry, seductive, and the kind of bedmate that you love to hate. You know it's gonna rip your heart out along the way, but you just can't help following that road anyways. And it does not disappoint. From the steaming-hot prose, to the moments of tenderness beneath the leads' asshole facades, Perv is an addictive read hot enough to combust your kindle." ~Katie De Long, New York Times bestselling author
“Do you remember her now?”
Nope, and if I cop to that she might throw her drink in my face, and that would pretty much tell me she wouldn't ever have sex with me.
Maybe.
Women are strange.
“If I apologized would that make you happy?” I offer this and mean it. “You can call her up, and I'll let her know that I fucked her over and I wish her all the best.”
Her breath shudders as she inhales. “Would you mean it, or do you just fake sincerity?”
“I sincerely want you on my bed.” I turn my face to the side, ready for the slap of liquid.
A laugh spills out. “Go away, you pig.”
This is why I only lie during breakups. Truth is better even if it bites on its way out. And, God, I love her laugh. It's just a sexy sound, and her brown eyes light up when she does it. “I'm going to wait in vain.”
“You're going to wait to see what kind of car I get into and jot down my license plate.”
Likely. I'm craving more details about her. If I find them all, the mystery of her can fucking die. “And you're not bothered by any of that?”
“I like being able to tell you you're the scum of the earth. To your face. As often as I can. Brings me joy.”
It's my turn to laugh, and shit, I'm starting to like this sexy, twisted, pain in my ass, but one thing is bugging me. Okay. Several things about her make me twitchy. I just need to know one thing if I'm ever going to be sane again. “How'd you know?”
“What?”
“That I'd want to eat you?”
“You're a pervert. It's not about me. It's about the fact you can't have me. I'm epic in your mind simply because I told you no.” A glance over my shoulder and she's moving away from me.
I look. The redhead stands at the door. Her brows go up, and she pans her gaze to Stealth. And Stealth makes a ‘forget him’ gesture and moves over to a table. Once again I'm dismissed. I'm not even meat.
I've always known I wasn't wrapped too tight. Other boys were getting perpetual boners over tight shirts and short shorts. I practically cried with joy over the daisy dukes trend because camel toes were on rampant display. I watched porn for the pussy eating scenes, which I soon learned was all bullshit. If you eat pussy like they do in porn, that's why your wife is always mad at you.
Why the inner monologue about this?
She dismissed me without a backward glance...and I want to fuck her until we both die. I'm going to make a home at a table and wait for her.