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A radiant smile appears, and I curse myself for all the things I want to do to her. All the ways I want to take that sweet, innocent little mouth and make it do horribly dirty things.
“When he kidnaps you, and you end up on the side of a milk carton, don’t fucking call me, B.”
“Should I be worried about getting kidnapped, Jackson? You mentioned a criminal record.” I laugh. “Not at all, princess.” I wait a few beats before speaking again. “Unless you’re into that kind of thing.”
“It’s dark and quiet back here. I could snatch you up and take you. I doubt anyone would hear your screams over the rides.”
“Whatever little defiant fantasy you think you’re trying to live out by slumming it with me isn’t going to end well for you.”
“Blair, I told you to go home. I told you this isn’t where you belong. This is your final warning. You either walk to the gate and leave, or you go inside and wait for me to come back.”
“If you are still here when I come back, I promise I’ll give you what you want. You wanna stop having to be you for the night? I’ll show you what it's like to be someone else.”
“Run,” he growls, sounding more like a feral animal than a man.
“You’re my dirty little slut, princess. This isn't over yet. You just happen to be lucky that it’s also your reward.”
“You’re free when the sun comes up, Blair. Until then, you belong to me.”
“You won’t run. You can’t. You want this. You want him to hurt you, and you’re going to like it.”
“Use me.”
“That’s right. Crawl for me, Blair. Crawl like the pathetic little slut you are.”
“My filthy little slut. Stop being scared of yourself. Say you’re mine. Tell me I can keep you.”
