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“Taking you to a more fitting setting. I don’t know about you, but sex in my daughter’s room is a turn-off.”
My heart skips a beat when I realize those are the exact colors in my own bedroom. Jeez. Talk about some twisted coincidences.
“Your lips are injured and your tongue is chewed on, probably because you refused to give the fuckers the satisfaction of seeing you weak. As a result, you bit on it, constantly, until you nearly bit it off.”
“You said it back then, right? You’d rather swallow your poison. I know Nietzsche is your idol and the holy messiah of your brain, but he’s a fucking moron who couldn’t make up his mind, so the next time you’re in a life-threatening situation…”
“Oh, God…”
“Bit unfair that he gets the praise for something I’m doing,”
“Fuck you, Kingsley.”
“I’m going to fuck that attitude out of you, sweetheart.”
Then he bites the inner flesh. Hard. “Ugh. That hurts, asshole.”
“You’re the only woman who looks sexy as fuck in cotton panties, witch.”
“You’re so wet for someone who claimed not to want me.”
“Is it a wise idea to call me names when your pussy is soaking my mouth like a little whore?”
“W-hore. I’m no one’s whore.” “No one’s but mine, because I’ll eat your pussy like you are one.”
My fingers mindlessly sink into his hair and I pull on the silky strands, practically grinding against his mouth.
“Shaw speaking… Yes, I’m free to talk.”
How the hell can he stay in his element while he’s rearranging my insides?
Kingsley smirks with the cunningness and dripping charm of Lucifer himself as he shakes his head, then proceeds to finger-fuck me. In and out with a frantic rhythm that robs my sanity.
“Would you rather be called a good girl then?” “N-no.”
“You just came for it. But then again, you got wetter when I called you a little whore, so that means you have both a degradation and a praise kink. Interesting.”
“Your death will also be interesting if you don’t stop this. And can you tell me what the hell t...
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“You’ll have to be more specific than that. Just now, a lot of things happened and all of them ended with filthy orgasms and your pussy falling in love with my finger...
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“Needless to say, I win. Better wear your best armor, sweetheart, because shit is about to get real when I seriously pursue you.”
“Then I guess we’re fair, because you call me that all the time. But you might want to stop giving attention to my dick or he’ll take it as an invitation.”
“On another planet, asshole.”
“You speak as if I can’t arrange it. Also, don’t pretend you don’t want me. Not only is that a blatant lie, but I also have t...
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“Physical reaction. Sexual Desire. Lust. The label holds no meaning, sweetheart. The actual effect does. So deny it all you like, but the fact remains, you want me.”
“Your attention to detail about me is touching.”
“They’re Gwen’s.” “They’re yours now. My daughter won’t be wearing that after you came in it.”
I’m sitting on one hard thigh, my legs spread open and my bare pussy brushing against his pants.
“If you’re still horny and would like to ride my leg, go for it, but I can’t promise I won’t fuck you right afterward. Hurt or not.”
“Then your stubbornness and I can stay here all night. You’ll eventually either eat, hump my leg, or both.”
“You…”
“Bastard, jerk, asshole, dick. I know the tune, and it won’t serve any purpose aside from pissing me off, so unless you want to witness a hideous m...
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“Stop being fucking stubborn and open up.”
“You’re an infuriating woman. Did you know that?”
“Funny coming from an infuriating man—”
He shoves the spoon inside and I have no choice but to...
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“That’s not fair!” I speak, covering my mouth with the back of my hand so he doesn’t mak...
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“Tough shit, sweetheart. Fair and I have nothing in common. Now, open...
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I only see you drinking things—coffee, alcohol. Lots of alcohol. Wait a fucking second, are you an alcoholic?”
“Shut up. And seriously, why the hell are you so focused on me lately? I liked it better when you didn’t give a fuck about me.”
“I still give zero fucks about you aside from the fact that I want in your pants, and for that, you need to be healthy enough to handle me.”
“They’re escorts, not whores. And I’ll go to them once I’m done with you.”
But then he says, “How about a trade?”
“If it’s not your life for humanity’s peace, I’m not interested.”
“I’m too precious to sacrifice myself for something as dull as humanity.
So how about I answer any question you have about Gwen, and in exchange, you’ll finish this plate?”
desperate I am for some semblance of a relationship with Gwen, even if I have to sell my soul to the devil—him—for it.
“Does she ever ask about me?” My voice is low in the silence of the dining room.
“She did a few days ago. Said hi again and asked me if I’m giving you a hard time.”
