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For the wild ones who thought choking was enough. Congratulations, you've unlocked the deluxe package: a psychopathic doctor, a live snake necklace, and a blood kink so filthy it'll make your therapist quit. Are you ready for your appointment? Because Dr. Quinn will see you now. P.S. Your safe word won’t save you…
“Jesus fucking Christ. We don’t fuck each other, that would be disgusting. We simply fuck the same woman. Our dicks do not touch,” Reggie clarifies. “Yeah, I don’t even look at his cock!” Rowan exclaims. I chuckle. “Great. Thanks for clarifying. So you prefer the Eiffel Tower situation?”
Fuck. Turns out I’ll do whatever this woman asks without a second thought. Is she… making me weak? Or is it all the alcohol?
“Stephanie,” he cuts in, smirking. “You’d know, drunk or not, if I’d fucked you. You’d be covered in cuts and bruises. You wouldn’t be able to walk. And you sure as hell wouldn’t be questioning it. Because you’d feel it. I’d still be dripping down your thighs. So no, we did not have sex.”
Her or no one. I might as well have some fun with this—before we kill each other.
Because the violence silences the noise in my head.
“I knew you were ripped, but damn. Look at those traps.” I tilt my head, amused at her little outburst. “You mean your leg rests for when I eat you out?”
She will never comprehend the importance of that. The fact I’m going to fuck her while her hands are free. That this is me giving her power over me.
How do I explain to a fucking neurologist that I need my brain scanned because I’m too obsessed with my wife?
It’s been nearly six years since I met her. But I’ve been in love with her for thirty days.
My cum still coats her tongue, and my cock already aches to go again. I bend down, collect the saliva pooling in my mouth, and spit it straight into hers.
“Good. Because I’ll need outfits for London.” His expression shuts down. “No.” His voice is firm. “No? You’re telling your wife no?” I snap my legs closed, but he growls and yanks them back apart with a sharp tut. “Temptress. I am not taking you into an active warzone to watch me torture a man.” I pout. “I want to watch. I want to see how you work. I want to learn from you.” His hand clamps around my throat. “And it’ll really turn me on,” I whisper. “No. Stephanie.
“I love you, temptress. More than I can stand. More than I ever thought I was capable of. I thought love was a weakness. I thought it would destroy me. But you—” My voice fractures, my throat burning as I press my forehead to hers. “You’re the only thing that’s ever made me want to fucking live.”
I was always bound to find the other half of my soul in Finn. Two halves that complete each other.

