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Because of course. Only I would find myself in the middle of a home invasion while masturbating. Kill me now.
“A murder puppy,” I muttered. She laughed. “I like that. Seems pretty fitting for X.”
“And Violet, wear a dress.” Wyatt DeLeon practically purred down the phone. “And nothing but the dress.”
“Do they call you Whip because you like to use whips on…in…” “On the women in my bed?” I nodded, practically breathless, waiting for him to confirm it. He winked at me. “Maybe.” He sat back. “Or maybe I just like my morning coffee with whipped cream on top. Either way, guess you’ll know by sunrise.”
Why were the hot ones always crazy?
“Your knife pose is really coming along nicely,” I said sarcastically. He brought his hands together and bowed his head. “Namastab.”
I could cut out his tongue. Then he couldn’t talk. Or lick Violet’s pussy. I liked that plan.
