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A Darker Palette (A Taste of Ink, #5) A Darker Palette by Daniel May
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“As he showered, he wondered if he had always been capable of such intense desire, and he wondered what would have happened if he had never met Mini or begun to experiment with Zee. Would he ever have relaxed and been able to enjoy himself?”
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“to kiss him harder, broadcasting his own need unsubtly.”
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“Peeling aside the saran wrap on his thigh, he guided Zee’s lips to kiss the fresh, raised black lines of his signature. “You signed it,” he said softly. “It’s yours. But you owe me.”
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“would do—” said Zee, and put vicious emphasis on the words. “—anything to make you happy. Anything to make you feel safe.”
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“I don’t want to be scared.” “I”
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“I spent two years being scared of sex,” he said. “Two years getting over it, alone. I only just learned how to enjoy myself.”
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“Mini grinned. “I don’t fight, baby. I just bail.”
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“Everyone hurt him. Was”
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“Mini seemed to think about it. He pulled out a pocket knife, flipped it open, and handed it to Trinket. “For the packing tape,” he said, rolling his eyes at Trinket’s expression. “Not for stabbing the fish. Jesus.” Trinket knelt by the first box, took the knife, and slit the tape.”
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“Trinket had to resort to cleaning up his cum with the ruined stockings, stuffing them in the glovebox and, with no dignified way of cleaning up the rest, settled for the inevitable feeling of Mini’s cum running down his legs.”
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“He doesn’t get to fuck you in these,” said Mini. “This memory? This one is mine.”
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“When he came back to himself, he looked down and found Mini reaching down and ripping his stockings. “What are you doing?” Trinket asked.”
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