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“Careful, killer. I like my females violent, you know.”
Hells. Wolf looked good on his knees. Especially when kneeling in front of me.
“I don’t want to watch you get hurt because I don’t like it. Fair enough?”
“Of course I was watching you. I couldn’t look away for a moment, even if I tried.”
“You do not get to die. You do not get to let them win. Do you understand me? If you close your eyes, I’ll fucking kill you. Now focus, Huntyr. Tell me who touched you. Was it Lanson?”
But then, in a softness I had never heard him speak in before, he said, “You are making me remember.”
“Huntress.” His breath was a wisp of a shadow in my mind. “You do not know the violence that runs through my veins, begging to obliterate anyone who lays a hand on you.”
“Not all of us wear our scars on our face for all to see, Wolf. Some of us like to hide, as if that will make the pain go away.”
“Just because your back may hold these physical scars doesn’t mean you can’t rewrite that story, Huntress. You’re a fighter. These explain nothing if not that.”
And I hated him the most because I didn’t hate him at all.
“Look at me while I devour you,” he muttered as he pulled back. “I want you to remember who gives you this pleasure, Huntress. Me.” He licked me again, slowly and torturously. “Only me.”
