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The moment I saw her sitting in that bookstore, working to hide her nerves and anxiety, there I was—a grown-ass man, falling in obsession at first sight.
But I get the feeling I will never feel like I’ve had enough of Adeline Seraphina Reilly. At least on paper.
I’m going to make her fall in love with every single fucked up part of me.
When you make someone fall in love with the darkest parts of you, there’s nothing you can do that will scare them away.
You don’t need a cop to get me in handcuffs, baby. I’ll let you do anything you want to me.
UNKNOWN: I can’t wait to eat you. There will be nothing left of you once I’m done.
It’s music to my ears when I hear you cry.”
“You are absolutely exquisite,”
“You’re so fucking creamy,”
Drown in my fucking pussy. Die there for all I care.
This isn’t a climb to heaven. It’s a fall from grace.
“Swallow your juices,”
Being consumed by him feels like drowning in water with a live wire in it. Electric currents ravish your body until you’re overcome with it. No oxygen. No thought. No control.
I know my little mouse better than she knows herself.
The insides of us—that’s what keeps me alive. It’s the only purpose I have in life, and without it, I’d be nothing.
But now… now I’ve discovered a new meaning to life.
I stalk her because I’m fucking addicted. I’m fascinated with every move she makes, every word that comes from her pretty pink mouth.
When I saw her, I fucking nearly fell to my knees with need, and I will have her.
I’ll have her because she’s the first thing that made me feel something good in so long, and I’ve become obsessed with keeping it.
She’s pretty fun when she’s angry.
I love that I scare her.
I love that I scare you. I love that you try to run from me. The push and pull. The cat and mouse game. I fucking love it.
“If you think low-life criminals are scarier than me, then I haven’t been clear enough, have I? Next time you place them above me, I’ll be sending their heads to your doorstep next.”
She’s starting to learn, but I hope to God she never stops talking back. I do like to punish her.
My girl doesn’t back down from a challenge.
None of you are my type. Unfortunately for you, I only have one, and she’s got pretty light brown eyes and a penchant for dangerous men.”
I don’t have the goddamn time to deal with small fish when I have Great Whites floating around in my ocean. Too bad for them, I’m a fucking Megalodon.
I say with a wink, “You can call me Z.”
The only pussy I want wrapped around my cock for the rest of my life is hers.
“That man ate the soul out of my body, and I don’t think I’ve gotten it back yet.”
If I can count on my shadow for anything, it’s to fuck someone up.
The way he carries himself, the way he speaks, and his passion are irresistible.
I refuse to love my shadow.
“I do quite like calling you kitty cat.” “But it wouldn’t sound so good when you’re screaming it,”
He’s terrifyingly beautiful.
“Zade,” he whispers against my lips. “That’s the only name that will ever leave your lips from now on, especially when you’re making that little pussy feel good. And when I’m making that pussy feel good, then you can call me God.”
“Whatever you’re about to do, stop it. That’s my girl.”
She’s definitely getting rewarded later.
She’s going to hear me call her my girl for a long fucking time. Next, we’ll graduate to my wife and then the mother of my children. One day she’ll get it in her head that she’s mine
What she doesn’t realize is I did lose my fucking mind the second I laid eyes on her, and I haven’t gotten it back yet.
No one manipulates my girl but me.
There will never be an end to me and you.
Actually, I hope you go to prison and are sentenced to death.”
"Will you be my last meal, baby?”
“You taste like heaven. I could feast on that sweet little pussy for hours and still die a starving man. It’ll be the closest I will ever get to God before they inject me with that needle, don’t you agree?”
“You taste like fucking nirvana,”
I’m ravenous and only the depths of her body will feed the monster.
I fucking love it when she runs.
How the hell did I get so unlucky that the ultimate hacker would stalk me? I never really stood a chance.
“You shouldn’t litter,” I say hoarsely, earning a slight grin in return. He bends and picks up the cigarette butt and deposits it in his pocket. “Sorry, baby,” he rasps. “Won’t happen again.”
