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Fate either had a wicked sense of humor or a serious hard-on for reluctant murderers.
If fate, the universe, or whatever fucked up god out there wanted me to be a monster, then I would become a creature like they’d never known. I’d rip my heart from between my ribs and leave my conscience bloody and bleeding in the street. A veritable river of carnage left in my wake, bodies stacked higher than Lady Liberty.
If love wasn’t the answer, then violence was my only option.
Like hell my father would be getting my body. They might as well ship me to a fucking Applebee’s.
I couldn’t disappoint her, my goddess was waiting.
I’m sorry, my goddess. I’m so sorry. I promise I'll make it up to you in another way. Hold on for me.
Karma’s a fucking bitch. Now all I’m known for is the short list of traits that I shared with Regina George and every other high school movie mean girl.
Or maybe it was the memory of her writhing against me—begging me not to stop—even if both of us knew we shouldn’t have been doing what we were. Or maybe it was just her.
I didn’t want to hurt them, at least not more than what would allow us to get the fuck out of here in one piece. No, I wanted to destroy them. I wanted to own them, mind, body, and whatever damaged, broken part of a soul they had left. They were mine. And no one, not even the gamemakers, could change that. Kohl pressed their lips together, their eyes dropping to the ground. “I want to hear you say it.” I rasped, my breathing coming in eager pants. “Tell me that you’re my plaything. That I own you.” “You—” Kohl wheezed as I applied more pressure onto their hand. “You own me. I am yours. Your
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“Oh, come on now, we have an audience. Let them know just how much you want this,” I purred. I removed her fingers to trail the gun down her pussy, gathering their wetness onto the barrel before nudging it against their clit.
“I want this,” they said through moans. I moved the gun against their clit in hard, horizontal strokes. “I’m your worthless, pathetic plaything, and I want you to fuck me already.”
I leaned forward in an attempt to pull their nipple into my mouth, but they jerked back. I merely smiled at me and leaned down, and down, and down, my teeth digging into their upper tight so hard their hands shot out to grip the seat.
“No, something better,” I said in a teasing tone. “I think it’d be nice to take my dog for a walk. I ever have the perfect studded collar in mind.” “A dog? What about Bingsoo? I can’t imagine them agreeing to a dog in the house.” I gave them a long look. When it finally dawned on them, bright red traveled up their neck. I gave them a wink and let the laugh that had been bubbling in my chest out.
A sharp slap of her palm against my clit had a sharp yelp coming from my lips and my body jerking. The box we were in tilted along with me, causing my heart to catch in my throat. “You aren’t to tell me how I'm wasting my time,” she growled. “If I want to eat my pet’s cunt out until they’re shaking, I damn well should be able to do it.”
“I’m sorry, Kohl,” she said. “A point is a point.”
This woman might be a fucking demon, I thought, stepping onto the red carpet to a barrage of noise from the reporters. But goddamn if I don’t love it.
