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A lost little lamb who’d stumbled into a demon’s den.
“Can’t stop thinkin’ about what would’ve happened had I actually asked you to stay. What it would have been like if you’d let me take you right on my chair. Wondering how good you’d taste. How good you’d feel.”
“Promise you, these hands will never hurt you, Charleigh. They’ll only ever bring you pleasure.” His words came out in short, heated rasps, panted a hairsbreadth from my lips. “Protect you. Do you understand?”
The feeling of safety that swept through me clashing with the need to press myself against him and take everything that he might be willing to give.
Devour me. Ruin me. Wreck me.
And I had no fuckin’ clue how she could make this mark on me, like she was the one who’d forever etched her soul somewhere on mine rather than the other way around.
“You know, it’s funny that he feels the same way. Life has a way of convincing us that we don’t want something, or we don’t have space for it, or we believe we’re not even worthy of it. And sometimes what we need finds us, anyway.”
“All yours, gorgeous.” Was pretty sure it was true. I was all hers. This girl could ask anything of me, and I’d give it to her.
“That’s right, gorgeous. This is right where you belong. Wrapped around me, either on the back of my bike or in my bed.”
