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His gaze traces a heated path down my chest once more. “Fuck, I love it when you talk murder to me,” he breathes out, a devilish grin tugging at the corners of his lips.
As I gather myself, I draw a deep breath. “So, this is a regular thing for you, is it? You do this to other girls?” I ask, my suspicions raised. He shakes his head once in response, his spiraling orbs locked on mine. “No, Noir. I've been trying to find you my entire life.”
“Run, run, run, little dolly. Run as fast as you can. Because if I catch you, I'll make you obey my every command,” I bite out, the poisonous rhyme rolling off my tongue.
“Noir and Hell, fucking in a tree. F-U-C-K-I-N-G,” he jeers, his lips curling into a malevolent smirk.
