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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.”
“What was it you said?” He leans in close, his voice a low growl in my ear. “You liked how he chased her, but it was her being caught that did the trick. How you slipped your fingers into your wet pussy and soaked your hand at how he fucked her while she screamed for him to stop… until she was screaming for him to fuck her harder instead.”
“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 already told you last night. I’m your savior.” Saint bends so his face is next to mine, his mouth beside my ear, speaking low and muffled through the mask. “There are no gods here, Violet. Only devils. And your boyfriend was one of them. What I did for you was a favor, and that’s why you’ll repay me for it.”
Umph!!!😌
There’s always a countdown. Days only have so many hours. Hearts only have so many beats. We’re all inevitably waiting for the last of anything, whether we’ll admit to it or not.
