“It's not just our dicks you have to handle, Princess, though you did that beautifully,” he adds, a rare smile lifting his lips. It transforms his cold beauty into something awe-inspiring and my breath hitches at the sight. “We're all broken, fucked up, in one way or many. None of us are going upstairs when we die. I just…” he trails off, and there's frustration in his gaze and the skin round his beautiful lips is tight. “I just don't want to drag you down too.”
