Perv – Dakota Gray
Series: Filth #1
Theme: enemies to lovers, revenge
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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.
“Since you seem to know everything about me, tell me something.”
“Tell me my name.” She raises a brow.
I pull a hand through my hair and figure shit is going south anyway. I lean down so my mouth is right on her earlobe. “Stealth.”
She puts a hand to my chest and laughs. “What?”
“You put your tits on the counter to get the bartender’s attention. That’s stealthy so…Stealth and Heels.”
“And or in?” There’s amusement in her tone and she hasn’t pushed me away.
“So you’re admitting you have no idea what my name is?”
To my surprise she leans into me, leaving no room between us. My cock perks to attention. Her dress is a second skin. I can pretend for a moment she’s bare against me, and though I’m not a tits man, hers are full and soft—I want to lick, bite and suck them until her eyes roll back.
She tilts her head and we’re cheek to cheek. “I know what you are, Nathan. I know what you need.”
She’s speaking words, but all I can hear in her low, sultry tone is fuck me hard. And I’m an accommodating man. “Are you going to give it to me?”
What? I’m not going to say no. Or talk her out of whatever she’s planning to do.
“You torture women, you know that, right?” The huskiness in her voice is the best friction.
“Torture?” I ask.
“Mind blowing head. And then they have to somehow live the rest of their lives cold turkey or with second best. That makes you an asshole.”
“Not my fault I’m good at what I do.”
She shifts and her skin brushes my cheek again. “It is when you know damn well the woman is looking to settle down.”
“I never lie.”
“You never turn a woman away either.”
“They’re all adults.” I don’t fuck women who need help. Genuine help. Telling her that feels too much like defending my life choices. I don’t make a woman believe I can love her. That’s cruel.
She huffs. “You have every intention of destroying her world.”
Red flashes over my vision at the accusation. “And what are you going to do about it, Sugar?”
She laughs—I’m not sure if it’s at me—and I fucking feel the sound in my every bone. “You want a taste of me, Nathan?”
“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.
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?”
“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.
Yes. Attraction is that simple for me. Would I like her to sit on my face? Yes. Proceed. No? Pass. I am nothing if not a simple man.
I enjoyed this one. It was somewhat refreshing, and I felt that Gray managed to write in Nate’s voice particularly well. The style was short, sharp and snappy, reminding me of an episode of Scandal (if Scandal were a show about a cunnilingus fetish). However, due to this snappy style, there were a couple of occasions, particularly towards the end, thatlost me very slightly, requiring an extra read-through just to ensure I’d understood what was being said.
Much of this felt like a study in female pleasure, with the detail provided about Nate’s skills and his process of sex. There was a danger of this being too clinical, but actually it worked as not only did it make the scenes steamier, and Nate’s mouth filthier, it described the female body, “warts and all”, contributing to the crude nature of the narrative and, once again, being something rarely found in any romance or erotica.
“If you’d let me, I’d sit you on the bar and make you squirt.”
The crudeness of this novel and its characters was a breath of fresh air, no hold barred, some parts making me chuckle, others surprising me with their pure filth, and I loved it. There’s nothing better than a filthy mouthed hero in an erotica novel, even if he’s pretty unlikeable. And this, I feel, is the core of the novel – Nate is not a nice guy. It’s difficult to get to know him, to approve of his actions, even though he is nothing if not honest. Despite the humour, despite some of his questionable actions, I actually felt, in some places, an underlying feeling almost of pity, but not quite. A softer feeling I can’t quite name yet, but one which contributed to the depth of the novel, along with the endingbig reveal which provided a more serious tone.
“You’re a pervert. It’s not about me. It’s about the fact you can’t have me.”
I really did enjoy reading this one. The sex scenes weredeliciously filthy, the underlying depth was a nice surprise, as was the style. I just wish, after all that, I had left the novel feeling like I really knew Stealth (I won’t use her real name as I don’t like spoilers) and Nate, so I could really be invested in their relationship. But, if you enjoy erotica and dirty talking heroes, definitely give this a read.