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My life may be chaotic, but my senses are on point and have never led me astray. The question was never will he. It was when will he. So, yeah, I like making other people the bad guy. Fucking sue me. Better yet, shoot me. Right now. This guy is still talking.
Creed goes along with it, ever the fucking diplomat when others are looking, but Sinner feels the same way as me when it comes to rules and regulations—he fucking hates and ignores them. Our youngest brother, Legend, feels the same , but he’ll bend when he feels it’s right.
What a tiny little thing you are…kind of like a doll, cute to look at but won’t bend. I wouldn’t be above trying, though.
The feminine voice penetrates my eardrums, and while I’ve only heard it once before, I recognize it instantly. It stabs at parts of me I can’t name, slamming into my mind like it fucking belongs there. Like it was coming home.
Her body slowly turns to get away from whomever she’s with, when suddenly she stops, her head snapping in this direction until her line-of-sight locks with mine. Instantly, my muscles ripple, clenching and flexing and stretching. Fucking straining. She can’t see me. There’s no fucking way.
I pout, feeling bad for myself and the fact that my sexual needs match that of a man. We really need to cut the stigma somewhere, because fuck all that. Girls need this shit just as much.
I don’t suck on anything unless it’s over six foot and has a red flag hovering over their head.
I want her like that. At my mercy. Bare beneath me like a perfect little doll.
Watch out, Little London, ’cause I’m coming for you, and if you’re a good girl, I might let you come for me too.
“There’s something so enticing about all the trouble you can get into when the sun has burned to ash and all that’s left is the hidden cloak of midnight.” I lean farther into him. “Can I play?”
“I’m not a patient girl. I want what I want when I want it.” Legend’s lips find my ear once more. “Don’t go gettin’ yourself punished, trouble.” I lean farther into his chest, my eyes closing without permission. “I like a good punishment now and then. It’s good for my black soul.”
“I’m a monster, Little London. No god could challenge me.”
“What if I said I have always wanted to play with the devil, if only to see how bad it would burn?” “Then I would say you’re pretty fucking close to getting what you wished for. Now shut the fuck up and take this dick like you were made to.”
“Careful, London. You can walk our streets, but don’t forget you don’t know our realm. Everyone here, even the Ordinaries, are superior to you in every way. You are the mouse. Everyone else is the snake.”
