“Look, I’ll try to help you, but only if you make me a promise.” He says nothing, but he nods for me to continue. “You have to promise me that you won’t hurt Christian Reeves. Ever. I like him. I don’t want to wake up one morning to see that you murdered him because you’re jealous I’d rather fuck him than you.” He raises an eyebrow. “Is that right, Elena? You’d rather fuck him than me?” “Yeah, I would. He’s actually nice to me, unlike you. And he’s not a fucking psychopath.” He raises both eyebrows this time, and then slots his knee between my legs to spread them slightly, the action causing
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