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I instantly recognized him. Misha,
MISHA MY LOVE <333333
“I can fuck my beautiful fiancée any time I want,” he went on, “and she looks really amazing dressed only in that quarter-of-a-million-dollar necklace around her neck right now. A necklace I bought without asking my daddy for the money.”
GOD DAMNNNNN
Jesus. She must be fun in bed.
Damon is hilarious.
“I will never have your children,” I told him. It was Damon. It was my sister’s husband. And I’d rather die than raise a family under his thumb. He’d be a terrible father. But I felt him approach and stop just in front of me, his deep voice quiet but steady. “You’re going to have lots of my children,” he informed me.
BAHAHAHAHAHAHAH
“Private?” I teased. “Like steam-room private? I’m game.”
LMAOOOOO DAMON-
“You’ll have my kids and be my woman and fuck me, because that’s what I want.”
I volunteer as tribute.
And I dove in, brushing her lips with mine as he charged up the stairs. “Don’t let me go,” I whispered.
NOOOOOO
It was over. She’d hate me. “Torrance,” she breathed out, hearing what her father had said. “Damon Torrance?”
NO NO NO. IM CRYING.
“No more!” she put her hands over her ears, backing up into the wall. “Just die and leave me alone!” She raged, and the backs of my eyes burned, but I watched as she buried herself in Kincaid’s chest, shielding herself from me like I was going to hurt her. Like I was a monster. Just die and leave me alone. “I hate you!” she growled. “You’re a horror, and you had to lie, because you knew I’d never want you! No one would ever love you! Get out!”
THIS IS GONNA KILL ME
I’d changed her forever. I’d bent and twisted and broken everything that made her the most beautiful thing that ever happened to me.
SCREAMING CRYING AND VOMITING
“I just wanted to hold you,” he said. “One last time.”
I HATE EVERYBODY.
“Oh, you do?” Kai replied. “I‘d like to hear the plans you have for my wife.”
Why is that hot for no reason?????
“I might kiss you again when we’re older,” he says. “Just so you know.”
AWWWWWWWW
I loved him. I still loved him. Goddamn him.
YES YOU DO
“Who’s fucking you?” Oh, God, I was coming. “Damon Torrance,” I breathed out.
Gawd damn
I’d rather chug a gallon of piss warm milk than stay in bed, doing nothing. I’d rather get a third degree burn on my dick. Or develop a peanut allergy.
LMFAOOO DAMON IS COMEDY GOLD
and my…Winter.
HIS WINTER. HIS. WINTER. WJSJSJSNSJEJEJEJJFITRJ
“Your place is at my side,” I told her. “Say it.” She whispered, “My place is at your side.” “Louder.” I shook her gently, but my tone was firm. “My woman doesn’t ask permission. She’s a force. Say it louder.”
DAMON, MY LOVE. LITERAL LOML.
I wish we never had to leave the fountain. We never did.
