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"We are far from fucking done," he hisses, snapping his gaze to me. "None of this is over," he gestures between us. "I'll be seeing you, River Blue West."
River Blue isn't the same girl I left eleven years ago. She's a fiery fucking treat, and I want another bite of what's mine. And this time, I'm playing for keeps.
Fun fact, Van never got over the girl they forced him to leave. But you don’t belong to Van Drake anymore. The truth is you never did. He was a pathetic excuse of a placeholder. Naw, my sweet River Blue, you belong to me. Always have. Always fucking will,”
“You’ll always be my River Blue,” he says with a smirk. “And I’ll make good on that.”
No. He wants to keep using me and then dumping me all over again. I don’t need to keep clawing at these raw wounds and tearing them open for a man who will never love me. He wants me to beg him to fuck me again so he can leave and return to his charmed life without a second glance.
We may not always like each other. But we’re fucking brothers. As long as we have this. The chords. The melodies. And the words, we have it all—even River in the future.
Kieran hyper-fixates on things, obsessing until it’s all he can think about. And that’s what River is—a hyper fixation.
"Now, before we go, be a good girl and tell Callum thank you," Kieran demands in a low voice, sending me a knowing look.
I’m talking my soul dick. The dick that lives deep inside of me, not literally. So, suck my aura dick, society, and leave the name-calling out of your mouth.
“Since the accident, only one thing has kept me sane. Until today, though, I’ve discovered there are now two things that chase away the monsters haunting my mind and grant me peace.” “Yeah?” I whisper as he leans in close, bumping his nose against mine. “Yeah,” he confirms, brushing his lips against mine and holding my body close. “You,” he whispers with a shaky breath, breaking me with his confession. “And music.”
“I want to fuck you, Little Star. I want this memory to live with me for the rest of my life. I want to see this… your face when you come… and remember the feel of your pussy wrapped around my dick. It's you, River. I've been waiting for you,” he says with such conviction I can't turn him away.
“I've held back for so long. And now I want what I want, liquid courage and all.”
Death by dick—is what the headlines will say when they tell the story of how Asher
Montgomery royally dicked me down and fucked me to death. Dig my grave now because there’s no coming back from this moment.
“Hello, boys, my name is River West, and I’m your new band manager. Congratulations,”
Yeah. Revenge will be delightful, slow, and painful. Whispered Words will one-hundred percent get everything that's coming to them—all in due time. “How about we get started?” I hum.
