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“I can’t seem to get enough of you, baby. I think I’m addicted.”
“If that’s true,” I murmured back, sighing with pleasure as he kissed down the side of my neck, “then I’m just as addicted. I can’t seem to keep my hands off you, Sebastian.”
“What makes you so sure?”
“Because you’re just as in love with me as I am with you, Butterfly.”
“Butterfly,” he practically purred, “did you think I was going to propose to you? Like this? With my cock buried inside your sweet cunt and a serial killer lurking somewhere in the night?”
“It would be your style,”
“Not that I’m in any way considering marriage to you. So we’re clear. We are way too freaking young for that shit.”
“Sebastian,” I growled in warning, “you do agree, don’t you?”
“Agree to disagree, Butterfly,”
“but I promise I won’t propose.”
“this week.”
Being with Beck made me feel so safe, and this whole fucking relationship felt like such a dream that every now and then the real world just faded away.
“Everything okay?”
“Totally fine, I just needed to mark my territory.”
“Butterfly, did you just piss on me?”
“You’re damn righ...
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“I should never have let you out of my sight in the first place. Chasing down that asshole after the crash almost cost me my life.”
“You are my life, Riley. My fucking life, heart, and soul.” His hand slammed against his chest. “Without you, there is no fucking me, so yes, he almost killed me.”
“No, Butterfly. I can’t fucking deny you anything. If you want Dante in your life, then I won’t stand in your way. But I will stand at your back
and make sure that fucker doesn’t put a knife in it again.”
“You’re so ...
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“Only Riley would think that was sweet. You’re both as fucked as each other.”
“Don’t touch my fucking daughter,” Richard roared,
“Stay with me Richard,” I said, staring down as his eyelids fluttered. “Don’t give up, Dad. Please don’t give up.”
“D—d—daughter.”
“Butterfly!” I was going home to Sebastian Roman Beckett. My heart.
“I win,” I informed Beck
“You can have this one, baby. I win every fucking day when I wake up with you in my arms.”
