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Stalking isn’t in my blood. Girls chase me, not the other way around. Which makes my obsession with Violet Harris a total fucking enigma.
Not the kind of guy who will wrap his belt around her throat and fuck her so hard, her nails tear into the mattress.
“Oh, please. I see the way you stare at her. The last time a man stared at me like that, he married me.”
“I don’t do sweet and gentle,” he warns. “If you’re looking for a prince, he’s not me. I want my belt around your throat. I want to fuck you so hard, your nails leave scars on my back. If I kiss you, you’re mine.”
“I hope you know what you’ve just unleashed, little flower. You’re not going anywhere now.”
