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“Call her a name other than the one on her name tag, and I will shove one of those gasoline pumps so far down your throat, you will bleed from the inside out,” Biker Guy snarls.
The bar for men is clearly in hell because all it takes is a deep voice and basic human decency for me to form a crush.
“I don’t want to take anyone else, Violet. You’re the only person I want on the back of my bike.”
“Don’t hide your neck. You enjoy showing your artwork and I enjoy showing mine,” he murmurs against my throbbing skin.
She haunts me when I’m not around her. And when I’m with her, she possesses me in every sense of the word.
