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“This man is always coming onto my FYP and never on me, and that is a tragedy,”
Give him the most toe-curling, leg-shaking, dick-throbbing, sheet-gripping, soul-sucking, ball-draining head of his life.
My entire life was devoted to caring for others. I wanted someone to take care of me for once. I wanted someone to want me. No, need me. I wanted a man so obsessed that he hacked into cameras to watch me when he couldn't sleep. I wanted him to monitor my location data, order me a home security system so no one else could break into my house, and threaten to murder anyone who hurt me. I didn’t want him morally grey. I wanted someone with a soul as black as night. Someone who would burn the world down for me and not lose a single minute of sleep over it.
“All this time, you’ve been trying to reassure me that I’m safe with you,” she said, sliding the blunted side of the blade higher. “But did you ever stop to consider whether or not you were safe with me?” I nearly groaned. Aly in her villain era? I would bankrupt myself for front-row tickets to that show.
“I won’t do it if you don’t promise to be a good boy,” she crooned. Praise kink: unlocked.
Have you ever heard of the word boundaries? I texted the Faceless Man. Doesn’t sound familiar, he wrote back. Can you use it in a sentence?
I’m only willing to allow you a few days. After that, I’m coming for you, baby, whether you’re ready or not. And until then, I’ll be watching.
The woman was down for kinky sex, knew how I liked my coffee, and was more than willing to aid in the murder of a rapist. What had I done to get so lucky?
“You are the best girlfriend a guy could ask for.” My eyebrows flew up so fast it felt like they were trying to jump off my forehead. “Uh, what was that?” “Too soon?” he said. “I mean, I know we haven’t had the official conversation yet, but we share a child, and I feel like disposing of a body is a boyfriend-girlfriend activity and not something you do with a casual hookup.”
“Are you saying that the couple who commits homicide together, stays together?” He snorted. “Too wordy. I prefer the couple who slays together, stays together.”
“Aly? Do you want to be my girlfriend? The position comes with snacks and orgasms and maybe a little light stalking.”
“Alyssa Cappellucci,” he said. “Will you marry me so I can spend the rest of my life chasing you?”
