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“If you let me collar you, you’d get so many treats.” He put his hand against the door, pinning me against it. My heart stuttered as he pressed me into me. “What do you say, are you a good girl?”
Eisley being my pretty little virgin was the hottest fucking thing in my mind.
I’m cleaning up things for us, Eisley. It’s time to come home.
He had been my protector then, and he was my protector now.
“Eisley Rosales.” I smiled. “Weird to hear.” “Eisley Blackwood. We’ll be getting that changed.” He grabbed the necklace around my neck and yanked me forward. Pinching the ring between his fingers, he growled, “You’re mine, in every sense of the word, wife.”
“Suck this knife like it was the best cock you’ve ever tasted, or I’ll spin it around and make you take the sharp end between your lips.”
“Apparently, the idea of burying a body makes me incredibly horny. When I get home, I’m going to fuck you like I’m trying to wake the dead.” I’d gotten a taste; I wasn’t going to just let her slip away.
Constantine was in jail, Kansas was disposing of a body, and I… I was in love with both.
“Either she chooses, and she chooses correctly, or I’ll kill both of you and take your precious little Eisley for my next wife, you little shit.”
“What did you put on the knife?” I gasped through the pain. Dave held the knife up to the sun.
“You like it? It’s my own concoction. Something the Reanimator can’t heal.”
Ghostface mask, a ‘Y’ shaped scar along his chest, and a Death’s Head Moth tattoo on his right shoulder. Constantine was the killer.
"Were you running because you were really scared I'd kill you? Or were you running because you like it when I chase you?"
My cock responded to her pose. Eisley was a brat, who needed to be tamed.
didn't need to choose which one to save, because they saved me.
"Now, it's official, princess." Constantine bent down, his chest pressing against my back. "You're ours ’til death and then after."
Do you remember the exact words I told you ten years ago?" I nodded, and he continued, "Don't talk to anyone." He took one hand off the wheel and reached for mine. "Don't look back." Kansas took my other hand.
"Just run." I squeezed both of theirs.
