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Virulent (Folie à Deux Book 1)

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Dani Rene

Yolanda Olson

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We’ve always been different.

Normal is something that’s bored us from the moments we were spit into this world, screaming and crying, wondering why we were dispelled from the sanctity of the darkness we both crave.

I guess in a way, it’s made us stronger than we thought we were.
Especially now since we have each other.
I’d do anything for her and she would do anything for me.





We were never meant to be together, but the universe has a way of taking two completely different disasters and putting them together to let destruction reign freely. Our story is born of violence, deceit, and mischief, but it’s one you won’t soon forget.

Welcome to the world according to Pike & Molly.

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Folie a Deux Series by Dani Rene

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Dani Rene Books

Yolanda Olson Books

The Window


Sweet Molly.

She’s fast asleep on the bed since I’ve already fucked her five ways to Sunday and the scent of her sweet, wet cunt is lingering in the room. A bead of sweat rolls down the side of my face as I tug on my dick, watching the couple in their apartment across the alleyway fucking each other like animals. The slickness of her tight hole is still on my hard dick, and I take a deep breath to inhale her further into my lungs as I watch them.

I can still remember the first time I saw her, and even though I knew we weren’t quite strangers, it sure fucking felt that way. I close my eyes for a minute, falling back into the memory of the very moment her dark green, doe eyes locked onto me and let my breath out in a rush.

We were kids; she had fallen and scraped her knee. I fixed a band-aid to the bumps and bruises, thinking of myself as ever the grand hero. I think that’s when she fell in love with me—at least that’s what she’s told me before, but Molls is a fractured person and she can tell me a million different moments we’ve been together that caused her to fall in love with me.

I grunt and open my eyes because I’m so fucking close right now and I need to see what they’re doing to finish. My imagination has always been shit, so when I don’t have Sweet Molls riding my dick, if I want to get off, I’m on Pornhub watching the most brutal fucking thing I can find.

I suck in a breath as my balls begin to tighten and grit my teeth. With a few more strokes, I’ve cum on the windowpane, falling back into the chair that sits just to the right of me. I’m actually kind of disappointed in myself because I know I can outlast that motherfucker, and I would have, too, if I had not been tending to my manly duties earlier.

I let out a chuckle and sigh as I reach for my half-smoked pack of cigarettes and pull one out with my teeth, my eyes stealing a glance at my baby girl. She’s still asleep and more than likely wouldn’t notice if a bomb fell into the fucking room right now.

Turning around, I reach for the mini-blowtorch she bought me on our anniversary a few months ago and use it to light the tip of my smoke. Molls always has a way of giving me the coolest shit and that’s why the next few days will be so damn important to me.

Her birthday is coming up and I promised her some fun.

As much as I know she’s not exactly right in the head, neither am I, and I think that’s why we fit together so goddamn well. I don’t do anything to make her feel less than human because of her little quirks, and in return, she makes me feel like a fucking god.

Taking a long drag from my cigarette, I lean back in the chair and glance at the couple across the way again. They may still be fucking each other, but they’ll never have what we have and that makes me feel better about my lack of stamina right now.

My load has slid down the pane by now, leaving a streak on the glass, and I chuckle quietly. Molls would have licked it from the glass if she were awake right now because she has always told me she never wants to waste a drop of my “glorious and salty seed.” Maybe one day soon I’ll get to plant that seed inside of her and make something beautiful, but for now, I’m just happy to be in her arms whenever I want to be and feel the serenity of her gentle caress.

“What are you doing, Daddy?”

I cut my eyes quickly toward her and grin. She’s still half asleep, propped up on her elbows. Molls has this cute little habit of calling me Daddy instead of Pike whenever she wants something, even though she’s a year and some odd months older than me. I don’t mind it—I think it’s kind of sexy and adds to the little Messiah complex she’s bestowed upon me.

I’m not a total asshole, though. I know when to let it shine and I know when to cut the lights out.

“I was just watching the show,” I reply, nodding toward the window.

I can hear the bed creak as Molly throws her legs over the side, then the muffled sound of her feet moving along quickly on the carpet as she approaches me. She sits down on my leg and I slide an arm around her, resting my head against her soft skin.

“Oh please. We can do way better than that,” she remarks with a scoff after taking in five minutes of their little show.