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Atlas is perfectly styled black hair, form-fitting dress shirts and chocolate-brown eyes with 20/20 vision and enough facial hair to call it a beard.
Atlas kisses me like he has to. Like he’ll starve to death if he doesn’t have a taste. It’s the most empowering and invigorating feeling of my life.
“You better hold on tight, Little Nevaeh. I’m about to fuck this obsession right out of the both of us.”
“Let me make something perfectly clear. You’re never going to talk about you and my son again. As far as I’m concerned, you were never with anyone before me,”
“When we are behind this closed door, Nevaeh, you are mine. I’ll do whatever I want to this beautiful body, understand?”
“Words, babygirl. I need to hear those pretty pouty lips tell me what I want to hear.”
“Crawl to me.” What? “Excuse me?” I balk.
Believe me when I say I do not have the control or patience for your attitude Andromeda Nevaeh. Now get on your hands and knees and fucking crawl to me.”
You. Are. Fucking. Mine!”
“Fuck, yes. Look down, Neveah. Look at all of those people below us, completely oblivious to how beautifully you squeeze my cock.”
“Thinking about another man just breathing the same air as you makes me murderous. If another man touched you, I would slaughter him and fuck you in his blood.”
“It’ll fit,”