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Yes, you can have a primal kink and still have zero interest in actually running. So, grab something to drink, relax, and let Conan Quinn chase you down, claim you, and savagely ruin you. And the best part? You get to keep cozy and stay spicy. Just keep flicking those pages…
Look at you. Being such a good fuckin’ girl for Conan. Now, RUN. He’s got his mask on, and he’s ready for you…
Sports car, Tate Mcrae Monster, Skillet
Hold On, Chord Overstreet
Provider, Sleep Token Dangerous, Sleep Token
He was my constant. My compass. My everything.
And now it’s just walls and silence. All I have left are the memories. And a garage with the cars we spent our lives fixing together. Maybe that’s where I’ll find him again. Maybe that’s where I’ll start to heal. Maybe that’s where I’ll find a little piece of happy.
I don’t even know what twisted shit you’re into, Doctor.”
“Because it’s none of your damn business. You stay in the woods, I’ll stay in Inferno. How’s the pain now?”
He presses his lips against mine, and I close my eyes. Nothing. I feel nothing.
If Conan is a pain in the ass, just don’t numb it.”
she says, soft but firm. Sweet as fucking sugar, and just as addictive. I glance left. Her caramel hair catches the light, those soft curls gleaming like a goddamn halo. She’s tiny. Barely comes up to my chest. But confident as hell.
As she slides behind the wheel, I finally get a full look. And damn. I’m fucked. If I wasn’t bleeding out, my dick would be harder than steel. She catches me staring.
“What? Never seen a woman drive a powerful car before?”
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“No, darlin’. I’m not judging. I’...
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“She drives like she owns the goddamn world. I would love to race you in this,” I murmur. “I’d leave you in the dust on the track,” she smirks. I laugh, my stomach flipping. This woman is trouble. “Oh, Hallie. You don’t know who you’re playing with here.”
“What, you think you’d win in a smashed Bugatti?” she counters.
Bahahah
she returns, and I nearly fall off the damn chair.
White coat. Black-rimmed glasses. Hair in a messy bun. Holy hell.
All I can imagine is her on her knees, looking up at me. Professional...
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fighting the urge to wreck the room. I can’t scare her.
Awwwww
“Relax for me.”
Her voice is soothing, yet commanding, it gets me to exhale. She dabs the wound with antiseptic and… “Good boy.” My eyes snap open. Blood rushes south. “Am I?” I smirk. “Do I get a reward, Nurse Hallie?” Her cheeks flush.
Are you good with needles?”
“No. Petrified. Can you hold my hand?”
“I need two hands to stitch you up. I can call in another nurse?” I run my tongue along my teeth. “No. I’ll be brave for you.”
“Do I get another good boy when you’re done?” I hope she says yes.
I can’t believe I called him a good boy. Nor can I believe he was kinda into it.
“Good boy. You’re all done.” I swear he growls under his breath, and I squeeze my thighs.
“I wanna add my number to your contacts. If you ever need anything, I owe you one favor. You call me, I’ll do whatever you need.”
“Being a nurse is literally my job, Conan. I don’t need favors, honestly.”
“This is how I work, trouble. You scratch my back, I’ll one day scratch yours. You never know when you’ll need me to fix something for ya.”
“Done. I’m saved as Beast.”
“Beastie sounds better.”
I haven’t spoken back much, because quite honestly, just hearing her yap her heart away is soothing.
She’s happy to chat, I’m good with keeping my mouth shut and listening.
A MAN
“That motherfucker,” she spits out. “Who is he?” I ask.
“This bastard was my boyfriend. One I was probably going to dump, but, not the point. The fuck does he think he’s doing in my goddamn house?!”
“Hallie. I’m damn sure any man that walks this earth would never, ever turn down a kiss from you.”
“It’s your turn to be a good girl and show this scumbag that he ain’t shit. Fuck him for disrespecting you.”
“Kiss me, trouble.” I loop my arms around his neck and drag him down. My mouth crashes against his. His tongue slips in, brushing mine, slow and deliberate. Holy shit. I feel everything I’ve been missing.
His hand slides up my side, wrapping around my throat as he deepens the kiss. I moan into his mouth and jerk back. No. This isn’t real. Except... it is. No kiss has ever felt like this. Not even close. My lips are swollen. My face flushed. That didn’t feel fake. Not even a little.
“What happened to our ‘performance’? He can’t see us ...
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“That, darlin’, was our practice kiss....
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“Fuck, Hallie. I need to be inside you.” His deep Irish accent drenches my panties. My eyes fly open—he winks, bites my bottom lip, then crashes his mouth back to mine. I moan. Loud. Grinding against him, completely lost. And it’s not fake. Not even close.
“You taste so sweet, baby.”
“Buddy, I’ve seen enough of your little dick and pale ass to last me a lifetime. Either run for the door, or I’ll throw you through the window. Your choice.” The girl bolts, grabbing her dress from the floor, nearly faceplanting into the table on her way out.
Out. I’ve got needs of my own to take care of.”
“You naughty, naughty girl,” he whispers.
