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The sudden urge to push her against a wall and ruin both of our lives hits me like a brick, and if I weren’t already seated, the force would certainly double me over.
“You’re hardly in a position to be negotiating,” he says, voice thick. “Should I get on my knees then?”
“I’d much rather be on mine.”
“If you won’t tell me,”
“I’ll be forced to figure it out on my own.”
“All night,”
“All night, I’ve imagined how you’d taste, little thief.”
“Imagined what this view would look like. How it’d feel to worship a deviant.”
“...
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“Fucking divine.”
I want to see how bewitching you are when you come.”
“That’s right,” he says. “Nothing but a dirty toy, and unfortunately for you, I’m in the mood to play.”
“Innocent lassies don’t come all over the face of a man they don’t know. They don’t strip bare in an alley and spread their delicious thighs, and they certainly don’t ask the monster to fuck them.”
“And what would you have done if I came inside you? If I pumped your sweet cunt full of my cum? So full that she’d leak for a week, and you’d have to walk around with the reminder of how deliriously good I felt every damn day.”
“The taste of your blood maybe,”
“That can be arranged.”
Even if she has the potential to destroy me. At least I know the ruin will feel good.
“So if I slid my hand up, I wouldn’t find you soaked? Just for me?”
So instead, I went back to work as normal and then let my murderous boss finger me in his office.
Wish this was me
“Pretty possessive for a boss to be over his assistant.”
“You’re right, mate. She’s more than just an assistant, so if I hear you proposition her for sex again, I’ll have you fired and chased out of this fucking
town. If she goes home with and rides anyone’s cock tonight—or any other...
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“Do you dance, Ms. Astor?”
“Do I look like someone who dances?”
“You look like a woman who sacrificed her soul to the devil. I learned long ago not to ju...
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“Yeah, well, what’s it say about you if I look like that and you st...
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“Perhaps I’m the...
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“Mayor Wolfe, I’m going to ask you not to upset the patient.”
“Upsetting her is what I do best,”
usually try to learn a girl’s name before she gets between my legs.”
“And just so you know, now, he’s imagining us together.”
“What, m’eudail? Scared you won’t be able to keep your hands off me?”
“Mmm, yes, but only because I’m not sure if I’ll be able to refrain from choking you.”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time.”
Inhaling deeply, I realize she somehow smells like chlorine and oranges, like the scent is ingrained into her being. I want it in mine too. Want it to be the first thing I notice when I wake in the morning and my last conscious observation before sleep.
“My son isn’t a very… colorful person. Well, he wasn’t, but recently he seems quite enamored with the hues of blue.”
“What are you building?”
“A pool.”
“I’ve never known the mayor to step foot in the water, but I guess there’s a first ...
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the disdain just makes me crave her more. Like some sort of masochist who enjoys getting burned.
“I am. The thought of you with anyone else makes me want to track down all your previous lovers, string them up like Christmas lights on the balcony outside, and fuck you underneath their corpses.”
“God doesn’t get on his knees to worship,” I mutter against her, taking her clit between my teeth. “You’re in bed with the devil, m’eudail, and I don’t think he intends on letting you go.”
“I just don’t think I’m going to be able to have brunch with my mum tomorrow, is all. She loves cream-filled pastries.”
“Well, at least we know where you get it from.”
“You’re building a pool.” I nod, threading my fingers through her hair. “Why?”
Closing my eyes, I consider not answering this question either. Swimming has never appealed to me. The water leaves you vulnerable, which is why I’ve always simply avoided it. My lips are dry when they open again. “Because you said you like to swim.”
There’s something wildly intoxicating about bringing a powerful, dangerous man to his knees.
Desserts tend to be more delicious when you’re not supposed to have them.
“Which one of you was Ariel when you were younger?”
“We weren’t Disney mermaids. I wasn’t anyway.”
