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To H.D. Carlton and Cate C. Wells. Without Haunting Adeline and Nicky the Driver, this book wouldn’t exist.
I love him. I think. Or at least I used to. It feels like a lie right now, while I’m sliding down another man’s cock.
It doesn’t take long. It never does when I’m doing something that good girls don’t do.
I never realized that the strongest chains a person can be bound in are those of their own making.
Maybe my standards are too high. Look at my parents, after all. They’ve been together for nearly thirty years, and they still flirt and play grab-ass and make regular trips to Hades’s kink club. The fire never burned out between them, and gods help me, but I want that fiery love.
You’re Little Red Riding Hood, wandering off the path and away from your protective family.”
“You haven’t earned the right to be my wife, Red.”
Any person worth having in your life will fight to stay there, even if it means fighting dirty.”
What do you want me to say, baby? That I slit his fucking throat for touching what’s mine? That I’ll do the same to anyone else who puts their hands on you?
“Let’s stop playing this coy shit. Friday. Eleven. The Broken Tree. The first guy who talks to you will be me. I want you in that bathroom with your skirt up and my cock buried inside you within five minutes.”
Flashing your tits at anyone who looks. You’re about to make me have to blind the whole damn club.
“Just like that. You’re mine, baby. Wearing that collar isn’t just about everyone who sees it knowing I own that pussy—that I own you. I take care of what’s mine.”
“I’m going to put you on that bed and eat your cunt until you beg for mercy, then I’m going to fuck you until I fill you up. Then I’m going to do it all over again. And again. Until you don’t have any confusion about who that pussy belongs to.”
“Haven’t you figured it out yet, baby? There’s nowhere you can run that I can’t find you. I’ll chase you to the ends of the earth if that’s what it takes.”
“My will, baby. So have fun tonight, because when you’re done playing, we’re going back to that room and I’m reclaiming every bit of you that you’re all too happy to give away to others.”
“I’m not your wife.” “Not yet.”
“It was only ever going to be you, baby.”
