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I couldn’t get rid of him if I tried. Trust me, I’ve tried. Until I was blue in the face, but apparently, “fuck off” in Bennett language is “love me forever.”
I just like a little touch of violence sometimes.
Maaaaaybe I can see why he’s got girls throwing themselves at his feet. He’s… hot. Completely objectively speaking.
“Don’t forget, Golden Girl, that you’re mine to kiss… touch… whatever I want. Even if it’s just for show.”
“Never have I ever kissed someone in an elevator.” His low, raspy words suck the rest of the air out of the room, specifically from my lungs. “Never have I ever wanted to kiss the girl who’s driving me fucking insane with how badly I want my lips on hers in a broken elevator where she looks so goddamn beautiful I feel like I can’t even breathe.”
“Okay, but like… what happened? Give me all the details, and don’t spare a single juicy moment, or I’m going to punch you in the tit.”
“Why did you come here, Saint?” “I didn’t know where else to go.” It’s a whisper, his voice rough and uneven as he pauses, holding my gaze. “You’re the only thing in my life that feels right anymore.”
“You know what you taste like, Golden Girl?” I look down at him, cataloging his hard, possessive stare, mouth hovering over my pussy. “Mine.”
“A golden phoenix. From the ashes, you rise.”
This man just… he just sucked my promise ring off my finger because he’s… because it’s his?
“Who is he bringing? Is he cute? Do I know him?” “I have no idea. I told him to bring a friend, and he said, ‘I don’t have friends,’ to which I said, ‘There has to be one person you’d consider a friend,’ and then I realized he’s Saint, and conversation is not his strong suit, so I truly have no idea.”
“I don’t know what I’m doing, Lennon. And I’m fucking terrified. Terrified that I’m going to fuck up the best thing that’s ever happened to me, terrified that I’ll never be worthy of you no matter how hard I try. But you’re in here.” His fingers curve around my wrist as he lifts my hand and places it on his chest, directly over his heart. “In so fucking deep.”
“I don’t know what it means, and I have no fucking clue where to go from here… I just know that I don’t want to be without you. I can’t be without you, baby.”
“I suggest you watch your fucking mouth when you speak to her.”
“Unlike you, I will always put your daughter first. There’s nothing in this world I wouldn’t do for her. No line I wouldn’t cross. One day, she’s going to find out about all the fucked-up, disgusting shit you’ve done to get ahead, and you know who’s going to be there when she does? Me, motherfucker.”
But judging by the dark, predatory look in his eyes as he closes the space between us, Thanksgiving dinner is not what he’s hungry for. I lift my hands between us as I step backward. “Saint, stop it right now.” Another step closer. “I’m serious!” Not serious at all.
