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Puff hatred and lust and something I never want to admit for that ungrateful bitch.
“I’ll never get enough of the way you taste, Ellis,” he said, licking his lips. Bending over me, he pressed his hands into the mattress on either side of my head. “Even if I am starting to question if I’ll be next on your world murder tour.”
“Your pussy isn’t sick. Spread your legs, little masochist.”
“I want you to scream when you come,” he says. “No one can hear you in here. Don’t hold back like you do in the dorms.”
You’re Mallory-Fucking-Ellis, slayer of dong and owner of bitches.”
“Agree to disagree,” Gabe smirks. “Where his girl’s at, especially when she’s being threatened by a pack of wild vaginas, is most definitely his business.”
“Didn’t realize you were so eager to be seen with me. Do you want to hold hands? Wear my blazer? Should I have ordered a class ring just so you can wear it around your neck on a janky chain?”
“It’s because I fucking love you, okay?” he roars back. “I want to know because I actually give a fuck. I want to keep you safe, but I can’t if I don’t actually know what the hell is going on.”
“I do mean them. I’ve never said those words to anyone before in my whole life. I refuse to believe I just wasted them on you. There’s something you’re not telling me. What is it?”
“You’ve never once just … loved someone?” He shakes his head, coming to a stop about a foot away from me. “Not until you, Ellis.”
