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“Their personality doesn’t matter if their mouth is busy doing other things,” she said with a devious grin.
“I’m scared that if you don’t talk about it, it really will kill you one day.”
All so he could play his goddamn game with me.
was stupider than shit when there was a serial killer out there who thought messing with my life was fun and games.
Someone who’d never been caught.
“I don’t do friends. I don’t do silly little girls playing games. Just let me do my job and stay out of my way.”
“Don’t do people. Love dogs.” And with that, he stalked back to the main site and his crew.
Who was I kidding? Everything about her twisted my insides. Too beautiful. Too bright. Too kind. She even took in damn dogs.
reasons. A friend didn’t think about shoving the other against a wall and driving into them so hard they couldn’t breathe. A friend didn’t imagine wrapping the other’s hair around his fist as he fucked her mouth. A friend didn’t picture what the other would look like sprawled across his sheets while he ate her until she screamed.
Anson Sutter Hunt.”
“I don’t do relationships with anyone. Not friendship, not more. Wouldn’t want to saddle a single soul with the fucked-up shit that’s me. But you keep looking at me with those kiss-me eyes, all green and sparking gold, and it’s killing me.
“I’d rather have you and your fuckups than anyone else.”
