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“I’d kill the guy who touched you, but I would do nothing to you.”
“You just said you would kill someone if I fucked them.” “Yeah, I would.” He doubled down, didn’t backpedal, didn’t gaslight me. “So, I would get someone killed…and I would have to carry that guilt.” “Don’t fuck anyone else, and you’ll save lives. You’re a superhero.”
“Let me tell you who I am, sweetheart. I don’t believe in forgiveness or second chances. For those who think they can outsmart me and cross me, I cut them into slices of bacon and feed them to the dogs on the street. My ruthless temper precedes me, and my reputation is its own empire. But there are lines even I don’t cross. I would never hurt a woman or a child, for any reason whatsoever. And I would never hurt you, not just because you fall into that category, but because of how deeply I care for you.”
“—I would never let anything happen to you. I would die for you. I would let my body be pumped with a hundred bullets before you got a single scratch. I would slice my own fucking throat to spare you any discomfort.” His eyes shifted back and forth between mine. “You understand me?”
You need to accept that I want all of you to myself, that I don’t want to share you or be shared, that I want more than just something casual and easy. I want you to be my woman, I want commitment, I want something more than a week or a month or a year. Maybe forever. Don’t forget you aren’t the only one who’s got a heart on the line. Don’t forget you aren’t the only one who’s risking something. I’ve never done this before, but I know I want to do it with you. Those are my terms. So, if any of that is disagreeable to you, then get out now and don’t waste my fucking time.”
“I don’t want you to cook dinner. I want you on your back and coming around my dick.”
“Boys impress girls with nice dinners. Men impress women by making them come. I take you to places like this because I don’t eat horseshit—and I’m not taking my woman to eat horseshit.”
“I offered to make you my whore, but you declined.” “I’m not going to fuck you for money when I’d gladly fuck you for free.” “First rule of business, if you’re good at something, never do it for free.”
“Bastien…I’m falling for you.” Her words didn’t halt my movements, didn’t interrupt the moment. Only when we were locked together in passion so hot it burned us like a pyre and sent our souls to the heavens did she show who she really was, show how she really felt about me. It was like a safe I had to crack over and over again, a code she changed every few hours. But when that door unlocked, it was worth all the effort—to take another piece of her treasure. “I already fell for you, sweetheart.”
“You sound so busy, I don’t know how you have time for me.” “I don’t have time for you,” he said. “I make time for you.”
“You’re my priority, and it’s my job to make you feel like a priority.”
“Not now, but someday, she’ll be my wife. And when that day comes, I want you to tell her this story. How the two of us sat in this empty bar at three in the morning, and I told you she was the one.”
“If it were up to me, you would have moved in with me months ago. If it were up to me, a lot of things would be different right now. But I’ve been patient like a goddamn saint—and I can’t do it anymore. I want to come home to you every day. I want you in my bed every night. I want you soaking in the tub while I watch Manchester lose another fucking game on the couch. That’s what I want—and you want it too. So, don’t give me that shit that you aren’t technically divorced yet and it’s too soon and all that other nonsense, because what we have is fucking real.”
