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Saw myself twisting that long brown hair around my fist as I fucked her face.
Yeah, the distance between prim and primitive is not so very motherfucking far.
Go ahead and kiss me, then. Go ahead and lick me, then. Go ahead and fuck me. Yes, Ms. Winslow.
Her gaze finds mine, and something flares in me. Because I would catch her. And the hottest thing is that I think she knows it. Maybe nobody has ever caught her, but I would. I would catch her. I would keep her. Make her mine.
I don’t want to, because being around him is a forbidden pleasure.
They say there are two types of fear—the kind that has you running far, far away, and the kind that shakes you so deeply that you can’t look away.
She’s mine, and I want her so bad, it’s like a fever.
Oh God. Nicely. Correcting my grammar even at gunpoint. I’m so fucking hot for her, I think I might burst into flames.
It’s going to sting her cheek. Why should I care? I shouldn’t, I shouldn’t, but my stomach clenches when the tear falls over the smooth skin and splashes into the bloody streak.
Pain is a funny thing. We fight so hard to avoid it, almost more than death. But it’s the only thing that binds us. Going through pain together and coming out on the other side is the only form of friendship I’ve ever known.
She’s mine to do what I want with, but that also means she’s mine to care for, to protect.
And then the way she broke apart underneath me, under my touch.
Don’t struggle. Wait for your chance.
“Sometimes, Abigail, you have to punch a fucking hole in your soul to survive.” I might be driving like a maniac, I don’t know. We’re off the highway, but I’m still going highway speeds. I reach over and grab her, pull her clear across the seat to me. “Most people never have to find out what kind of shit they’re
really capable of. Most people don’t have to turn themselves into something they hate just to make sure they can get that next breath.”
“If I want to fuck you, I’ll fuck you. If I want you to suck my dick, you’ll suck my dick. And if I want you to lie there quietly and go to sleep, you’ll do that too.”
My heart’s pounding like crazy. I care because I care. I need her to listen.
want to hurt her and I want to protect her. Break her and shield her.
“Because I had to get you out of here.” He closes his hand around my upper arm and pulls me up. “I’ll always come for you. You’re mine.”
“This is different. I’m not going to hurt her.” I lower my voice. “I’m taking care of her—I’d do anything for her,”
“All right, I touched you. I fucked you. Did you think I wouldn’t?”
This isn’t a fucking fairy tale. I’m not going to turn into a good guy because her cunt is made of velvet and rainbows.
“You don’t know what it’s like when she’s yours, and you would do goddamn motherfucking anything for her.”
She doesn’t belong here. And that one fact destroys me.
just take her in, her kisses, all the tenderness that I don’t deserve.
want to hear her talk about systems and symbols. I want to hear her cry and moan and beg for me. I want to hear every sound she can make, and I’m going to help her get there.
I think I may have fallen for her.
Ours is darkness and vengeance.
He took everything good from us. Everything that could make us good men. Everything that could make me worthy of a girl like Abby.
“Strong enough to tell you no. Strong enough to know you’re better than this. Strong enough to motherfucking love you.”
“Wait. Tell him…tell him I think he’s a good person—I still do,” I say. “Tell him I know what’s inside of him now. Tell him he’s a good man,” I whisper. “Those monsters never touched what was important in him.”
“Those monsters never took what was important in him. Tell him I love him.”
“I can’t help that I love him,”
need to get to her. I need to explain.”
“She was never yours,” Stone says. Because she knows what’s inside of me now. It
She had a shitty childhood and turned out good. I went the other direction.
sense that she was terrified the whole time. Maybe every time she looked at me like she wanted me, like she got hot for me, like she motherfucking loved me, it was coming from the fear.
And so I do the only thing for her I can: I force myself to stop following her. I do what I promised I never would: I let her go.
I know I should leave her alone, but I can’t. I have to fuck her.
“That’s the one I’ll put in. The day you escaped.”
“The day I made you mine.”
