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“They used me as their puppet. Now I’m broken.”
Saltare cum morte solutio ligatorum inventae sunt in verbis conectuntur et sculptilia contrivisset in sanguine et medullis.
Riddles dance with death when the words are inked in blood and carved with marrow.
“Why do you like breaking me?” He smirks slightly, just enough that I see his dimple on the side of his cheek. “Because it gets my dick hard to put you back together.” His response doesn’t surprise me, not in the slightest. “But,” I add, stepping forward, “you never put me back together properly. You steal parts of me, so when you do put me back, I’m all crooked, cracked, and still visibly broken.”
“Because being broken is how you’re going to survive this life, Madison.”
“Trust no one. Fear no one. Fuck everyone,” I whisper to myself, pushing my long hair away from my face.
“Fear is your patch, babe. We all have our patches. Those little spaces that could bring us to our knees if dabbled with.”
Et delicatis praetulissem, sicut truncum arboris fluitantem olor et quasi argentum bullet sicut mortiferum. - As alluring as a floating swan, but as deadly as a silver bullet.
As alluring as a peaceful swan floating on water, but as lethal as a silver bullet.”
“I just do. We all do. But I know the most.” “Why?” I ask, needing to know more information. “Why do you know the most? Why do I feel a connection to you I’ve never felt before? Why is it that I trust you even though I trust barely anyone?” He looks at me. “You are my sister. I’m your twin.”
“I’m so fucking angry at you, Kitty. I don’t know whether I should fuck you or kill you or both,”
“Gotta say, this is getting my dick hard like nothing. It’s a dangerous thing you have me feeling, Kitty. The angrier you make me, the more I want to fuck you until you’re so fucking bruised that you feel the wrath of my anger for weeks after.”
When you fall for the devil, make sure you don’t land facedown with his horns stabbed through your heart.
“We’ve all lost our mind, baby, but that’s how we all found each other. We’re all lost, but we’re all lost on the same road.”
“I’d never fucking share you. Period. Yes, we fuck around a bit, but the boys know there’s a line when it comes to you, and if any of them cross it, I have no problem being a King short.”
“Bishop,” I warn, remembering how rough he can get. “Not your place to say, Kitty. Remember that.” “Safe word.” “And I said fuck your safe word.”
“How will you know if it’s too far for me?” I ask, circling my pelvis into him. He raises slightly, not letting me gain any more friction or pleasure, and I have to fight just putting my hand down there and taking care of the ache myself. He continues his travels, leaving a warm trail of goose bumps in his wake. “Guess if you die, that’s a sign.”
