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Gabriel looked like he slept standing upright, with a comb in his hand just in case a strand of hair fell out of place. He looked like wrinkles apologised to him, like night terrors were careful to respect his boundaries.
“Don’t touch her,” Niko snarled. “Don’t even look at her. You made her cry.”
Isobel was only soft and inviting when his dick was inside her,
All he knew how to give was sex and dominance. Here she was, broken and devastated, and he was thinking about fucking it out of her.
“Oh my god, my eyes,” Theodore wailed, rolling onto his front and banging his head against the floor, punctuating each knock of his forehead with a muffled shout. “WHAT. THE. FUCK!”
“Lord, give us strength.” “The only thing any lord is giving you is a pitchfork,” Cian said. “And a brood of demons to rule over.”
God, she loved that man. Liked him. What the fuck?
“I can’t believe I’m being sub-shamed by a virgin.”
“Will you be my girlfriend?”
“You have a different scream for each of them, Sigma.”
