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Inferno’s fun. The pain, the power, the punishments—it scratches an itch. But what I like? It’s deeper than that. Rawer. Primal.
“Good boy. You’re all done.” I swear he growls under his breath,
Fuck anyone who has ever made you doubt yourself. They ain’t worth it. You are so much more than they could ever be. You, Hallie, are a badass. You’re funny. You have impeccable taste in cars. You’re kind and caring. You are drop-dead fucking gorgeous. You made me hard while sticking a needle in my leg. You made me hard when you giggled. Do you need me to continue the list? Or can I just fuckin' kiss you now, for real this time?”
“Or do you want me to be a good boy and get down on my knees and beg for you?”
catches. But when she yanks my head back and spits that whiskey into my mouth— Holy. Fucking. Shit. The burn of the whiskey
I want to see her. I want to watch her break.
"Good girl. Let’s test that theory, shall we? Too much talking. Not enough sucking."
“I thought bossy Hallie was my favorite. But jealous Hallie, claiming me in front of a group of women? That takes the prize.”
“Honestly? You’re asking the wrong guy. I wouldn’t know love if it hit me in the side of the head with a sledgehammer. But, psychologically speaking, I’m sure there are ways to win her over. For example, not being a dick in this club would be one.”
She is my purpose. My peace. My fucking everything. And she always will be.
