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For the girls who want their cowboys a little dark. I hope Booker and his friends fulfill some of those fantasies for you.
Unlike when I saw him in the alley, he now wore a skeleton mask that took up half his face, with a black cowboy hat casting him in a slight shadow.
His voice was like spoiled honey, bitter and sweet at the same time, blissfully grating against my ears.
“Oh, don’t get off your knees for me, Darlin’. I quite liked you down there.”
“You’re fucking begging for it, Darlin’. That’s a dangerous thing.”
“Swallow your fear, Darlin’. Don’t let it control you. Bend that fear to your advantage and use it as fuel.”
“Just like that, little slut. Grip my cock while I choke that pretty little neck of yours.”
“The only one you need to be afraid of in this world is me, Brynne. Anyone else, and I won’t hesitate to kill them.”
And in my experience, when I attached happiness to a person, it was all too quickly taken right out from under my feet.
“You’re the only woman I do fucking feel for, Brynne, and it pisses me the fuck off.”
“Taste how sweet you are, Darlin’. How good you taste when you want nothing other than me to fill you. Fuck you. Please you.”
If anyone hurt my girl, I’d gut the fucker who thought he could get away with it.
Swallow your fear, Darlin’. I’m coming.
