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Running his hands down my sides, he wraps them around my thighs and lifts me onto the counter. His lips never leave mine as he steps between my legs and grabs my waist, pulling me flush against him.

“Dude, being the pool boy would be dope.” Rush eases the car to a stop by the front door and throws it in park. “The pool boy always gets to fuck the wife.”

The bruises that adorn my skin has become somewhat of a permanent fixture. Old and new, and yellow, green

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🔸 🏺 🔸 . . . (F)BR With Twinsie CC . . . 🔸 🏺 🔸

Time for an Arabian adventure!
I'm the one in maroon.

Even if nobody knew its significance.
Even if people didn’t realize what was buried in the ground beneath it.

I was on her before he could grab me, my first punch cracking her nose so that blood burst over her face. She screamed, and I screamed back while punching her again.

My tears kept falling as his body moved inside mine, every thrust shoving that couch a little more forward, legs scraping the floor, his whispered words ripping pieces from me like shredded paper.

I knew the instant Ensley buckled, her mind thrashing, that ugly thing inside her rearing its nasty head. You could hear its jaws snapping, chewing at her from the inside out in a bid to escape and raise hell.

I hadn’t pulled the trigger yet. Not yet.
But there was always tomorrow, wasn’t there?

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🔹✖🔹 . . . (F)BR With Twinsie CC & Loyda . . . 🔹✖🔹

I have no idea what this one about but hope it's good lol!
i'll be the one in the middle.

“I think the woman lives here,”

“Some things are better left in the past, Ms. Ross,” Mr. Lemon admonished.

When she’d finally spent all of her tears, she lay there, exhausted. Weary to the bone, her traumatized body finally gave in to sleep.

She reached the top and looked around. Old furniture was covered in white sheets, haunting, standing like ghosts in the dimly lit room. Dust covered everything like a thin blanket of snow.

There was a monster lurking just below the surface of her husband, a savage beast disguised as a handsome, distinguished gentleman.

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I’m curious how this one is going to be.
I’ll be the blondie.

“No, that wasn’t a lie,”

When you removed yourself from your own thoughts and stopped to look at people—really look at them—you saw something surprising. Each of them—from the businessmen, phones pressed to their ears, loafers sidestepping puddles, to the tourists who lingered on street corners wondering which direction to walk—held a certain vulnerability about them.

I will get out, I will show everyone who he really is. He can’t do this to me. This time I’m going to fight back.

“Don’t be dense. Parishioners think they know their priests, aunts think they know their husbands, and meanwhile they’re molesting little boys behind closed doors. Can we really know anyone?”

I curl into him, enjoying the moment, everything but us forgotten. Just for tonight. Tonight, I will forget. Tomorrow is a different story.

But Seth is set on doing things differently than what he grew up around. We, the wives, have no contact with each other, and I’ve respected his wishes not to snoop. I don’t even know their names.

“I have friends.”
“Yes, you do. Very scary friends.”

“You’re not a cold-blooded killer.”
“I wasn’t then.” His smile is empty and cold. “People change.”

“If you think I haven’t jacked myself thinking about your ass, your thighs, your tits, you, then you’re out of your damn mind.”

For the first time, it’s not what Peter might do to my body that I’m afraid of. It’s what Hook could do to my heart.

I don’t want it to stop. I welcome the cascade of sensations as they lift me a little and someone hooks the spreader bar to what sounds like a chain overhead.

“Let me see if I have this straight. In return for his head on a platter, I have to marry you, fuck you, and submit to you.” She ticks each item off a finger, leaving her middle one up. “Sounds like bullshit from where I’m sitting.”

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Looks like his appendage is hard and curved hmm? lol!
I'll be the one on the right.

But then there are weaker predators, those who break under the pressure, those who have no other choice than to kill.