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Maeve had been married numerous times, that much I knew, and each of her husbands had mysteriously vanished or died. A black widow after my own heart.
“You want me to help a team of mercenaries?” I lifted an eyebrow, unable to hide my disbelief. “What am I going to do, fuck Warren to death or sleep with the team for motivation?”
He let out a husky laugh which made my muscles clench around his dick. “One day, you’ll say it, and I’ll put a pretty collar on you to make you remember.”
“Everyone loves to play with those of us that are broken.” I reached up and gripped the sleeves of his shirt, not letting him back away from me as I finished. “Until they find all our sharp edges. But you and I, we rejoice at every cut. Every scratch makes us feel, proving to us that we’re alive. I can see that we’re the same in that way, just by looking at you. You want to break me just as much as I want to break you, so we can play along those edges.”
