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“Sit the fuck down.” I slowly do,
“I knew about that.” She lifts a shoulder. “I know a lot of things about him, and his darkness. I know his preferred methods to purge and his twisted relationship with art and his family. I don’t like him because I have rosy misconceptions about him. I like him because he’s different.”
He kisses me like he already owns me, has the deeds to prove it, and is marking me for the world to see.
Nikolai You shut it, Satan’s heir. And what’s wrong with me becoming a leader? Killian The same thing that’s wrong with putting a clown as the head of the CIA.
I can still taste you on my tongue. Ten-star meal. Would try again.
“Over?” He takes a step forward, trapping me against my car as a twitch lifts his lips. “We’re just getting started, Cecily.”
Labels hold no importance for me.” “What does then?” “At the moment? You and your submission.”
“My fucking property.” I bang a hand on his chest, lips trembling, as the onslaught of emotions and erotic stimuli rushes over me. “I’m not your property, Jeremy. I’m a person.” “My person,” he nearly growls the words.
“Say my name.”
“Is something wrong?” Ilya asks from his position behind the steering wheel. “What does a sparkling heart emoji mean?” Ilya stares at me for a beat, looking stunned for the first time ever, before he focuses back on the road. “Uh, don’t all the heart emojis mean love and affection?” “But it has sparkles around it. They should mean something else.” “I’m not sure.”
He made me addicted to him and then forced me into the worst withdrawal.
“Say my fucking name.”
He fucks me like he hates me, wants me, and is obsessed with me.

