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I imagined they liked to throw souls like me in with their Fruit Loops, drinking the blood of anyone with a moral compass like it was whole milk.
Standing in the corner of the small room was another who was just as fine as the other, except he had a silver scar that tore through his black brow and high cheekbones. His black hair was cut short, his face shaved and smooth.
I had a three million dollar pussy, and that was officially the highlight of my shitty day.
“Fuck off,” I breathed. “I won’t beg you for anything.” “Sweetheart, you’re going to beg me for everything.”
I wanted to chase her, fuck her, breed her.
“That’s okay, baby,” he said. “You can hate me and still take my cock like a good girl.”
“You’ll be calling me Daddy before the week is up. Then maybe you’ll understand Minos a little more.
I could break his jaw with my cock, and he’d thank me like a good boy.”
“See, if you’re a good girl, you get treated well,” he whispered. “If you’ve figured that out, this week might not be so bad for you.”
“Then we quit the mafia and run away forever,” Damon said, slowly smiling at me. “Minos can make us Pina Coladas. I can fuck you endlessly, making you come over and over again.” “And Aaecus?” “He can sprinkle rose petals on us while I breed you,” Damon teased.
“But don’t worry, princess,” he rasped, his monstrous expression enrapturing me. “I may worship you, but I can still fuck you like you are a whore.”
“Atta girl,” he rasped.
