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For anyone who believes there’s more to this world than what we can see with our eyes.
Even serial murderers have fears. Mine just happens to be a five-foot Italian woman from the Bronx.
Apparently, he'd have to get in line for stalking me, since there's someone else who has stepped in to take that role. Perhaps they'd have to reach some sort of agreement on who gets to gaze into my windows on which day. I'm not sure what the protocol is for being a creepy asshole.
Judge Matthew Greene is a disgustingly easy target. He moves through the city like he owns it, filled with an arrogance no man with a bald spot the size of the Empire State Building should possess.
A hungry look crosses her eyes, and I’m reminded that this thing with her has already gone too far. She’s getting too fixated on revenge for a ghost who should be off frolicking in the clouds or having orgies or some shit.
Yeah, my girl needs a career change. Preferably one with less of a stench.
Y O U R GIRLLLLL 👀
“I’m not afraid of dying. I've already done that. I’m afraid of not living.”
“I don't think you get it, Stardust. The second I coat my tongue with your cum, you're going to be mine. No other man will ever touch you again and live to talk about it. When I eat this pussy”—he glides his finger down my slit again, and I shudder out a breath—“I'm taking ownership of it.”
“It's not nothing,” he spits out the word like it's spoiled food against his tongue. “These look like fingerprints. Who did this to you?”
“I need your words, Stardust. Tell me that this fucker has hurt you worse than this, and I'll have all the permission I need to handle him.”
“I told you, you're mine now, and I don't like when people touch my things. Anyone with the balls to do so is going to deal with the consequences. Do you understand?”
“Would you like to spread your legs for me now and give me a taste? I thought it might be uncouth of me to lick your pussy so soon after your ex scared you, but I'd be more than happy to chase him out of your thoughts with my tongue. All you have to do is ask, baby.” Turning my back to him, I rest my head on my hands and tell him, “I'm going back to sleep. Maybe when I wake up, you'll be gone, and I can have peace for once.”
There's nothing interesting about a group of men who abuse power and destroy lives for the hell of it.
“If you burn, I burn,”
He’s melding with me, sinking into my body until we become one and the darkness inside of us fuses together into one black cloud. Our souls are connecting above our bodies and dancing together as our skin slips and slides against one another. And when we meet our climaxes, it’s like the entire world shakes and tilts on its axis. He falls into me and permanently fills the void that’s been present in my life for as long as I can remember. Nothing will ever be the same again, and I couldn’t be more delighted.
“This thing between us… it's poetic. Sacred. We're more than just two deprived souls feeding off one another's despair. And you can threaten me all you want with the police, or HR, or whoever the fuck you can think of to give yourself a false sense of security, but we both know you're just as afraid of losing this as I am.”
“You can’t escape me. Not in this life or any one that comes after it. My soul has latched onto yours, melding us into one. I’ll always find you, Stardust.”
“So, you're going to open that beautiful, smart mouth of yours, and you're going to wrap those cherry-red lips around my cock. Because that's what you've been dreaming about since the first time you caught me in your bedroom, and because it's your punishment for referring to me as anything but yours.
“There’s nothing wrong with you. You’re perfect in every single fucking way.” More tears spill over, and her face crumples. “Then why can’t I walk away?” “For the same reason I can’t seem to stay away to keep you safe: we were made for each other. Even though you’re the brightest fucking star in the galaxy, and I’m just a black hole that sucks the life out of everything. Even though being with me could completely implode your life. You make everything feel less hopeless.” “That makes no sense,” she says through a sad chuckle, tears still streaming down her reddened face.
