P.S. I Loathe You

by Isla Olsen

He has a new ring in his bottom lip, and I’m certain the whole purpose of it is to drive me insane.

This is a shame-free zone. Voldemort is definitely on the kinkier side when it comes to wanking fantasies, but I applaud you for being so open and honest about it.

“You must be way less arrogant than I thought if you think a t-shirt and a six-inch dildo could serve as an adequate substitute.” He places a hand over his heart. “Aww. I think that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

“No one’s ever looked at me like that before,” I murmur. “Like what?” The curiosity in his tone is evident; I can’t even begin to imagine how strange my behaviour must have seemed to him earlier. I hesitate for a moment, trying to put my thoughts into words. “Like they’ve never wanted anything or anyone more than they wanted me in that moment.” He’s quiet for a long beat before responding in a soft whisper. “I’ve never wanted anything or anyone more than I want you.” I can feel my heart beating in my chest at his admission, and it only thumps harder as he continues, “And I don’t mean just in that moment. It’s all the fucking time. If that’s something that scares you, I’m sorry but you’ll just have to get over it because I’m completely, utterly addicted to you.”