Does It Hurt?

by H.D. Carlton

“No more running, baby. I want him to come looking for you just so I can have the privilege of ending his life for touching what’s mine.”

“If worshiping you is what you ask, I’d be happy to spend the rest of my life on my knees,”

“You’re a goddamn siren, and I’m the fool who would gladly drown just to get a taste of you. Starve, for all I care, bella, but I will be eating tonight, and the only thing I’m hungry for is you.”

We’re the perfect storm, where he is the thunder, and I am the lightning.

“You are a thief, baby. You stole my name, and now you’ve taken my heart, too. Demand anything else from me, and I’ll give it to you.”