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It had been four fucking hours and thirty-nine abhorrent minutes since he’d walked away from Amma, and that was too long.
if just one golden hair on her head were displaced, he would be crushing skulls and dropping bodies into piranha ponds and—
Damien grinned. Darkness, did he like the sound of Mistress Bloodthorne when he looked on her.
“What did your old king call you?” “Shithead.” He swallowed. “Sometime Big Dumb Shithead.”
“Please, Lord Bloodthorne,” Amma whined, fighting against his hold to wiggle up against him, “just let me be bad for you.”
glanced up at him with big, bright, blue eyes, her ass in the air as she knelt between his thighs, his cock in her mouth. “’Ood ‘ornin,” she said, lips still around him. “Best fucking morning,” he groaned, eyes rolling back into his head.
“Kaz!” Amma pushed up onto her knees and threw her arms out. “Harlot!” Kaz bound toward Amma and wrapped long, spindly arms around her middle.
