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These dogs were different. They were giant Hell beasts with a complicated network of thoughts and emotions, more intelligent than a lot of the human men I’d met. Not that the bar was high.
That little nugget of info had the muscles in my shoulders relaxing. For all the danger and chaos that seemed to ooze off the male like acid, at least he was a dog person.
Shame is a useless human emotion and has no place at Sinner’s Sideshow, babe. Like what you want to like. Fuck what you want to fuck. Be messy. Be obscene. Be yourself. No apologies. No fucks given. That’s how we do it here.”
“It’s like a Spirit Halloween store had a baby with a gay porn studio’s costuming department.”
“Maybe you didn’t come here to learn about your mom. But you came here to learn about yourself. Right? To finally let your monstrous side, along with all its instincts, out to play.”
Not to be dramatic, but a girl could literally die trying to fit a monster tongue like that. But fuck—what a way to go.
“You keep asking for my permission. What is this?” “Because consent is sexy, brat.”
I felt like a dark queen sitting on her throne made of fire and flesh and bone.
“Who doesn’t want to change how the world perceives them?”
“Not everyone has creepy slender man legs. Slow down! Erm…” I paused, allowing her to catch up with me. “What should I call you? Discord? Sir? Ringmaster? My lord?” She wrinkled her nose at the last one, then her mouth kicked up. “Daddy?”
“Look at that. All I have to do is slap my collar on you and call you a good girl, and you’re all smiles, sugar and dripping pussy.”
“I more than care about you. I’d commit murder for you.”
