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“Dear God, in the next life, I want to be reborn as a rich man. Amen. Hold on. With a huge dick also. Big amen to that. No pun intended.”
“This is about my pleasure.” Thrust. “My satisfaction.” Thrust. “You’re only here to receive.” Thrust. “Your body was made to be used and marked however I fucking want.” Thrust. “This is my cumhole, understood?”
It smells like Kane. Woodsy and mysterious. Enchanting at first, but a devil up close. Serves me right for trying to humanize him in the beginning despite knowing exactly the type of organization he belongs to.
“You really should’ve run away while you had the chance. Welcome to hell, Dahlia.”
Is he…licking my tears? What the…? He stands up, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Don’t cry. It makes me hard.”
I kid you not, my uncle was expected to die for preferring dick over pussy. Talk about the Middle Ages.
Jude is the type who calls flowers grass and chocolate an unnecessary sugar fest.
