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“Take that pain and forge it into something fierce, something powerful, something real, Rosa. Make it drive you or it will break you.”
“What can I say?” I purred. “I thrive in the dark.”
“Thinking is for top hats and cats with monocles,” I reminded him. “It isn’t my thinker that fell for her – it’s my thumper.”
“I think it’s the kind layered in scars. That’s what makes you fit in with us. We’re all broken on the inside.”
“What possible reason might you have to get your cock out during this?”
“Do you love me less for my scars?” I demanded. “You know I don’t,” he replied in a low growl. “Then don’t go thinking a pair of fangs will put me off,” I snapped. “Besides – you know I like it rough. And I’ve never been averse to a little biting.”
“That’s Cain,” Rosalie said with a frown. Sin barked a laugh. “Oh right yeah, he looks like a totally different man with that moustache drawn onto his upper lip. Perfect disguise.”
‘if I am the moon then you are the force that holds me up’,”
“Oo,” he shivered. “Give me some pretty words, honey pie. I want you to call me something hot and filthy in your fancy language.” “Sei un dolce piccolo idiota,” she purred
“To the beach? Or a fair? Or an opticians? Oh I love a good squinty at the bottom line and a rage row when the scrangly bitch with the pointer stick tells me I’m wrong and it’s a W, not a penis-”
“Good.” She ran her finger under Cain’s chin then beckoned me closer by it. “Now come here and show me how well you can play together.”
“Meh meh meh meh whipped-bitch meh,” I mimicked
“They turn into asshats when their dicks have been wetted.”
“We can get you your own water bowl with your name on it,” I said brightly. “Well, er, I could just use a glass,” Hastings hedged.
“That’s different. It’s the dick-whipped rule. Once your dick’s been whipped, all rules are meaningless. Murdering, pillaging, thieving, it’s free game now and the law can’t do anything about it so long as it’s in the name of love,” Sin chimed
“I’m not going for subtle, I’m going for unnerving,” Sin said, flapping the curtain like the wing of a bird. “I’ll keep your Pops on his toes.”
