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“Why would I kill you when I’d rather see that spirit he was trying to temper? Why snuff you out when I’d rather watch you burn?”
“What I want...”—he takes another step back, amusement ghosting his tone—“is for you to run.”
“Your boyfriend’s blood is still drying on the pavement, and your pussy is begging you to let his killer fuck you. Isn’t it?”
“You don’t want a boyfriend who will make love to you.” He grips my pussy so hard it edges on painful. “You want to be fucked. Taken. Claimed.”
“Saint,” I moan, no longer able to help myself. “Yes, kitten.” He growls. “I’m your Saint.” He might as well be. My Saint. My devil. My destruction.
“When I rip your virgin pussy open, it won’t be in a dark forest. I want to bathe in the sight of your blood coating my cock. I’m going to mix it with my cum and paint your skin. I’m going to ruin you. All in due time. But for now, sweet dreams. I’ll see you soon.”
“I think you wanted to see if I’d live up to my threats because you’re a curious little kitten and had to know where I’d draw the line. It’s cute that you think I have one. Especially where your safety is concerned.”
of my fingers graze the handle of the knife, but I don’t try to pull away because there’s no overpowering him. “I don’t want to be shared. But you didn’t give me a choice. And I was scared, so I focused on you. I moaned for you.” He presses close. Familiarity and fear bleed together as he holds me. “I don’t share, kitten.” Saint hovers his face over mine, and all I see are those dark eyes cutting through the ski mask. “I granted a dying man his last meal before I sent him to hell for touching what’s mine. There’s a difference.” “You can’t kill everyone who puts a hand on me.” “But I can.” He
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“Because you look beautiful when you break.”
“Be a good girl for your savior, Violet.” I seal my arm to her mouth. “I want you to drink up.”
“I don’t know, Violet. What am I other than being yours anymore?” he asks. “You feel better than any kill. Your fear tastes unlike any hunt. There is no gratification without you. And I can’t fucking get enough.”
“From sin, we were born. And through sin, we are revealed,”
He paid with his life. If this is romance, I’m fucked.
“I don’t know how to love you right,” Kole says, brushing his fingers along my jawline and tracing it the same way he traced my scars. “But I love you every way I know how. Because you are everything to me. I’d die for you.”
