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To pain. The emotion that demands to show us the good.
Saskia could say she wanted a goddamn planet, and the idiot would be on the phone to NASA like, “Yeah, someone give my girl a fucking planet or bodies start dropping.”
Welcome to Midnight Mayhem, where we fuck with your head because our heads fuck us on the daily.
I’m not going to give him the answer he wants, and that is that sin is my favorite color.
“I’m gonna go ahead and suggest you wear the crown with your top hat.” “And why’s that?” I ask, reaching for my pack of smokes. “Because you’re looking like a fucking King.”
Any other girl would see the flags and take them for what they are—red—but I’m partially color-blind.
“The broody hard-to-get thing you have going on isn’t working, just FYI, so when you’re ready to swallow your pride, I can lube your throat with my cum so it goes down easier.”
He carries the ambience of a lion, and I have no doubt at all that he’d have absolutely no issues with tearing into the flesh of anyone that touches what belongs to him.
“Oh, they can bid on her all they want.” He bares his teeth behind a satanic smile. “She will still be coming home with us.”
“I didn’t choose. I won’t choose. They’re both fucking mine. Now are you done?”
She wasn’t what you would expect. She wasn’t pretty or attractive. She was damn right lethal and she fucking knew it.
I know her type. The kind who likes to watch her partner fuck someone else.
The corner of my mouth curls into a grin as I run my tongue over my teeth. Everyone knows I’m the magician. I am The Sorcerer of Death. And he is my next victim.
There are three of us in this relationship, so that means three times the trouble, three times the angst, and three times the fucking fight.
‘Always a rebel, forever a soldier, one as a lover, the other don’t bother.’
Our love wasn’t the kind of love that was written in the cards… It was the kind of love that burned them.
