“Kiss me and I’ll leave.” “I’m not kissing you.” “Why?” “Because you are a psycho-fucking-path.” I raise a brow. “You fucked this psychopath multiple times and loved it every time. Now, kiss me, or I’m not fucking leaving.” “You don’t even like me,” she manages to say. “You’re right, but you are for sure fuckable, and it’s one of the reasons you aren’t dead.” “My pussy saved my life, how fucking poetic.”
