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“No. You owe me, Barista. I want my fucking mate,” the creature hissed at me.
“No. I’ll find you someone that will rip the hate right out of you, you ugly tentacled bastard.
He’d asked me to shine a light on him, and little did he know—the one I’d give him would burn him up.
“You will still dance. But you will not dance for them, you will dance for me. You may show your body to them, but no one will ever touch you after this point unless I let them. Or they will die.” Fuck. “I’m not a good man, Noah. But I will take care of you. You’re alone in this world, and so am I. I’m tired of being alone.”
Noah was my mate. I had known the moment I had seen him on the rainy sidewalk.
“That’s right, my dark prince. Thrust your cock against me. Hump me, you little bastard.”
“I think you were made for me, little prince.” “Why do you keep calling me that?” I asked. “Because you're my prince. You deserve the best,” he said, smiling broader. “What does that make you, then?” I asked. “Your King. The only one you’ll ever bend a knee to.”
“I like knowing that they want it. I like pleasuring them with pain. I want to be the center of their nightmares and their wet dreams. I want those to be one and the same.”
“Mine,” he growled into my ear. “For eternity, you’re mine.” “Yes,” I breathed.
Noah was mine and mine alone. Any threat to him was a threat to me.
“You knew he wasn’t the one. You see souls for what they are, see how they fit together in the web of fate. You’re a reaper, for god’s sake. But you still made a life with him.”
“Noah,” I whispered softly. “Yes, my King?” “You’ve taken my heart, but it’s fine. It’s yours to keep.” He melted around me, his arms wrapping around my neck. “I think I love you.” “Is that what this torture is?” I rasped. “I think so,” he murmured.
