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To anyone with a love for Halloween… And men in masks
She’s probably shocked to see me at a party, instead of my typical “snuggling in bed at our sorority house, reading smut books, and avoiding social gatherings”.
“If you ever fucking touch her again, I’ll put you down like a sick dog.”
“I have this urge to kill—” he hesitates, his voice low. “—anyone who touches you.”
“I’ve been watching you all goddamn night. I want to fuck the sadness out of you until you’re screaming in ecstasy while coming around my cock.”
“Even if it’s for tonight, and tonight only, little Quinn,” he hesitates, spreading my legs with his knee. “You’ll still always be mine.”
“You’re safe,” he promises, and even with his deep, menacing-like tone, he eases my fears. “And ours.”
Please don’t kill me Mr. Ghostface. Not yet, at least.
“Good girl,” he praises, squeezing my ass as he slams into me with an urgency. “You’re such a good fucking girl.”
“Now that, little Quinn—” He firmly takes my jaw in his hand, tracing my lips with his thumb. “That is how you deserve to be fucked. Always.”
“If you ever put your filthy hands on what’s mine again, I will hunt you down, and I will kill you. Slowly.”
“It’s all you’ve ever wanted. To be protected. Safe,” he sharply states, cutting across the front lawn of a house. “We will keep you safe, little Quinn.”
“I didn’t come to your rescue because I’m your knight in shining armor.” He places me onto my feet, before taking my face between his gloved hands. “I’m the villain, and I want you all to myself.”
“Oh, God.” “God isn’t here right now,”
“Naïve, little Quinn. I’d sell my soul for you.”
