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For the good girls who like to dance in the dark while being watched by the devil.
Away from the rest, away from the party, a girl with long dark hair, wearing a little black dress, sits on the edge of the pool with her feet in the water.
Hehe
The famous Tobias Mitchell, American psychopath. The insane killer who took over every news channel in the world.
Me: Can you stop? I’m at my friend’s party. And I’m not yours. I’m your fucking stepsister, you sick freak.
TELL HIM
He’s changed so much from the timid boy who couldn’t understand basic emotions, who needed to be shown that it’s okay to feel, who got nervous when he had no idea what he was doing in the bedroom to this version.
Oh?
Stacey Rhodes is the devil in disguise. She’s hot as hell on the outside, has a personality that makes you fall for her, but is utterly ugly and fake on the inside. My traitorous cock clearly doesn’t know the difference between a snake and an angel and needs to stand the fuck down.
No one fucks Stacey and gets away with it. I can’t have her, but nobody else will.
I shouldn’t look at my sister’s best friend the way I do, but when Stacey Rhodes walks into the room, you can’t not look.
My first instinct is to hunt down whoever hurt her and kill them, but then I remember the way I grabbed her at the studio, and I grip the steering wheel tighter. Surely I didn’t cause those bruises? I didn’t… Fuck. No, I wouldn’t hurt her. She wanted me to hold her firmly.
AWW
I should pull over and apologise right now. I should tell her that I never meant to mark her. I’m not a psychopath that hurts the people I care about. Yeah, I’ve shot people in the head or disfigured them, and I’ve tortured people for information to help Bernadette, but never have I lifted a hand to Stacey. Fuck. Maybe I did do that. Maybe the hold I had on her throat last night was tighter than I thought. Maybe everyone’s right, and I am like my dad and out of touch with
BABY
He was lean before, but now? He’s huge. I let my eyes take in his powerful back, muscles upon muscles bunching as he pulls things out of his bag. His arms look different without a top on, like he could crush my skull with his bare hands. My lungs give up when he straightens and turns to me, flashing his abs, chest, that perfect V of muscle and happy trail.
Lord
My eyes widen slightly as he mimics the hold he had on my throat in the studio. “I held you like this. It was me.” He looks horrified, his eyes darkening a fraction as he takes in my appearance. “I hurt you.”
BABY
“Rock your hips into my cock, Freckles,” he whispers quietly, and I nearly whimper. “I fucking dare you.”
“When I find out who hurt you, I’m going to fucking destroy them. I’ll make sure to bleed them dry then fuck you next to their corpse. You got that?”
Rule one: Stay away from your toxic ex-girlfriend. Rule two: Don’t unblock her number. Rule three: If you’re both in the same room, don’t fucking look at her – it’s a trap. Rule four: Under no circumstances will you have any sexual interactions with her. Rule five: Never forgive Stacey Rhodes.
“When she’s in the manor, at the studio, or walking around the mall. If I don’t see her at least once every day, I lose my mind. I’ve climbed to her window to see her sleep, and I’ve been trying to hack her phone for the last year. I hacked Luciella’s.”
My brow raises. “You could escape?” “In a heartbeat. Now tell me what’s going on?” I ignore the second part. “Why haven’t you escaped then?” “My family is happy – why would I ruin that? I hurt your mother by trying to love her the way she needed. As much as she will always be everything to me, I could never give her what she wanted.”
Silence. And then. “I wish that were true, son. Ewan is the love of your mother’s life, and she is the love of mine. There’s no changing that.”
Aww
“That night, I was—” Raped. I stop, a lump sticking in my throat. I fail to say it aloud. “It wasn’t…” What you think. “I didn’t…” Want to do it. But all I can finish with is, “I’m… I’m sorry.”
Oh my god
“I’m going to fuck your throat, and you’re going to be a good girl and swallow every drop of my cum.”
“Be patient with me,” is all I say before I capture her lips with mine.
His hand freezes, then he drops it to his side. “You’re afraid of me.” I avert my eyes. “You are aware that you’re the only person in the world I’d never hurt, right?”
AJH
“Stop looking at them,” he hisses. “Hey…” He tips my chin. “Eyes on me. Calm down. You’re breathing too fast, and I can’t be fucked with you passing out.”
Freckles, darling, I’m a fucking animal. You should’ve seen me Jackie Chan my shit today.
Stacey Rhodes. Teaching qualifications and training in pole fitness, pole dance, erotic dance, aerial hoop, disco dance, kids dance, contemporary dance, silks and fire dance.
“I’m not your friend, Freckles. Do you know why?” I kiss her lips. “Because friends don’t do this.” I kiss her again, her top lip, then the bottom, before dragging my mouth across the sharp line of her jaw. “If I was your friend, I wouldn’t think about you every second of the day. I wouldn’t want to feel you.” Taking flesh between my teeth, I suck, and she gasps. “All of you.”
“Mani pārdod seksam un nāvei, lai aizsargātu visus, kurus mīlu.” Kade leans into me more, raising his other hand between us to tuck another strand of hair behind my ear. I tilt my head, utterly confused by whatever language he’s speaking. He licks his lips. “Tajā skaitā jūs, vasaras raibumi.”
I shrug, knowing I’ve won. “Because you’re hiding, and I want to hide with you.” I caress her cheek and press my lips to her forehead, catching her off guard. “Let’s hide together, Freckles.”
