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Conjure Conjure by Harleigh Beck
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“Our eyes clash and he grabs me by the jaw to claim my mouth in another mind-melting kiss. My lungs burn from the lack of oxygen while he ravages my sanity like it’s our last kiss. The fleeting thought that maybe, just maybe, it will be, tightens my chest, but I push it away. Nothing will ever come between me and Dominic. He’s mine. Mine.”
Harleigh Beck, Conjure
“She belongs to me and only me. I don’t care if you’re a ghost or a demon from the darkest pits of Hell. Mess with what’s mine, and I will ruin you.”
Harleigh Beck, Conjure
“Say it again,” he whispers, and my blood turns to ice when he opens his mouth to reveal a forked tongue. “What the fuck?” I breathe, unable to believe my eyes. Then I let out another blood-curdling scream as he slides his serpent tongue up my throat and over my chin to taste the sweat on my skin.”
Harleigh Beck, Conjure
“Why does he have to be so…perfect? Carved by a wicked god to lure women to their deaths.”
Harleigh Beck, Conjure
“I want you to wear my cum for the day. If you change into clean panties, I will punish you. And this time, I won’t let you come.”
Harleigh Beck, Conjure
“No one gets to see this erotic version of you but me. Understood?”
Harleigh Beck, Conjure
“With a flick of her fingers, the machine turns on, and all hell breaks loose. Screams erupt in the room, but not from me. No, I watch in terror as blood and minced flesh pour from the meat grinder.”
Harleigh Beck, Conjure
“An inexplicable sense of protectiveness overwhelms me when she walks out, and I fist my hands as I force down the ugly feeling that demands I protect her at all costs. I simply can’t afford to let her get beneath my skin like this. Who am I kidding? She has already buried deep and siphoned my sanity like a vampiric parasite.”
Harleigh Beck, Conjure
“Give me your fucking cum, brother. I want it all over my face.”
Harleigh Beck, Conjure
“This temptation, this urge, is not welcome. But I trace her lips like a druggie that says, Just one hit, and then I’ll stop.”
Harleigh Beck, Conjure
“This place, this town, is all wrong. There’s something dormant here that can’t be ignored, something that can only be felt.”
Harleigh Beck, Conjure
“His obsession with you is delicious. I can almost taste the jealousy on my tongue.” He begins to chuckle, the eerie sound growing in volume until it seems to echo all around me. But then he grows still—so still that fear sinks its claws deep into my heart.”
Harleigh Beck, Conjure
“His obsession with you is delicious.”
Harleigh Beck, Conjure
“It feeds on negative emotions and desire,”
Harleigh Beck, Conjure
“I don’t like sharing you with others.” He looks back at the road, drumming his thumb on the steering wheel. “Your friends… Demons… They can all fuck off.” “How romantic.”
Harleigh Beck, Conjure
“And the descent into madness, her madness, makes me heady.”
Harleigh Beck, Conjure
“You can’t hurt me.” The humor fades from his voice. “I’d have to care about you first.”
Harleigh Beck, Conjure
“His obsession with you is delicious. I can almost taste the jealousy on my tongue.”
Harleigh Beck, Conjure
“Sometimes, I can’t decide if he wants to skin me alive or devour me whole. Possibly both. No one looks at me like Dominic. No one makes me feel so invisible yet seen all at once.”
Harleigh Beck, Conjure
“It doesn’t matter that he’s an asshole or that he hates me; I can’t keep my eyes off him.”
Harleigh Beck, Conjure
“Everyone knows you don’t enter the woods. They’re haunted.”
Harleigh Beck, Conjure
“I can’t get enough of you, and I will fight you every day to get a taste of this.” I tap her clit and smile. “I’ve smacked it, licked it, and fucked it, so it’s mine.”
Harleigh Beck, Conjure
“Let Aron touch you again, and I’ll kill him. I don’t give a shit how pretty you look begging for my cock, or how needy you are. No one gets to touch you except for me.”
Harleigh Beck, Conjure
“Is this what happiness feels like? Amid horror and despair, it shines through heavy clouds like a seed that survived the drought.”
Harleigh Beck, Conjure