Voracious (The Edge of Darkness, #2)
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“What are you going to do when I go to Hawaii with my family in January?” “Burn your passport before you can leave.”
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“You’re doing so good, Freckles,” I say, kissing below her ear as I thrust harder. My voice is shaky, but I keep praising her. “Taking it so fucking well.”
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She’s like my own sunrise. Beautiful. Perfect. She fills a part of me that’s been empty and dark for as long as I can remember.
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It’s like a mixture of love and not being able to breathe unless she’s around – thoughts that run wild wondering what she’s doing, where she is, if she’s thinking of me. It’s the butterflies that flutter like maniacs when I know I’m going to see her soon. The Stacey Rhodes Effect.
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“Because I love you. I’ve been in love with you for ages – it’s been all I’ve thought about. And I keep falling more in love with you every single fucking day.”
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“Make them go away, Freckles.” “Make what go away?” I manage to ask. “The voices.”
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Kade: Run and hide. Unless you want everyone to witness me fucking you? Having an audience won’t stop me – I’ll take you in front of the entire party.
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“If you don’t get off me, Freckles,” he says, gritting his teeth and guiding me as he bounces me on his cock, “then I’ll fucking come in you. I don’t give a fuck if you’re on birth control or not. I’ll fill you with every damn drop and watch it leak out of your cunt.” He fucks up into me harder. “Your choice.”
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“You cheated on me a month after we lost our daughter. Not with just anyone either. You screwed Jason. My big brother. No matter how many times we fuck, I will never ever fucking forgive you.”
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If I die, at least I’ll get to be with my angel.
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Look at me now, my little princess. Daddy’s gone, and he’s never coming back.
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“Let’s assume Kade does get his hands on me,” he says as he follows me with our bags. “Would you help him, Stacey?” I throw my head back and laugh. “He’s the son of Tobias Mitchell. He doesn’t need help.”