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302 pages, Kindle Edition
First published June 10, 2021
When you said you have friends, I call bullshit. It’s simple really and doesn’t take a lot of mental work to figure it out. If you had any friends, you wouldn’t be talking to some random stranger from the other side of the globe. You’re lonely and it’s not even cute or quirky. It’s your choice, so stick with it and stop bleeding my ears (or more accurately, my eyes) with nonsense about how people don’t understand you.
Here are some facts, Naomi. You’re selfish. I don’t know what happened to make you that way or if it just runs in your genes, but you have issues.
Every time you write to me, all you do is talk about yourself and think you’re funny because you’re naturally sarcastic about everything—yourself included.
When you say you hate men, I want to reach my eyeballs and gouge them out. You don’t hate men. If you did, you would’ve veered in the other direction or in no direction at all, but you watch porn.
Straight porn.
Hardcore straight porn.
If you hate it, I don’t give a fuck. Don’t write back.
But I’ll continue writing. Don’t read my letters if that bruises your fragile ego, but I’ll keep them coming.
Go complain at customs.
Seriously. I have zero fucks to give at this point. Going forward, we’ll do it my way.
What part of leave me alone do you not understand? I hate you, asshole.”
“But I don’t.”
She grabs her plate and attempts to leave.
“You don’t have to play so hard to get, tsundere.” He taps her nose. “You’re just a fuck, remember?”
“Shut the fuck up and take my dick like the slut you are.” And then he’s thrusting his cock inside my pussy and his fingers in my mouth at the same time.
All of Reina’s other subjects are either as beautiful or accomplished—or damn rich—as she is.
Lucy is average on all of the above. Though, in my eyes, she’s the prettiest.
My urge for violence has become less important since you
“I won the bet and I want you to run.” “Why?” So I can chase you.”due to his:
sick, twisted cravingswhich involve him chasing her and:
They’re curious ones, her tears, and there’s this primal need pulsing inside me to see more of them. To smear them on her face with my fucking cumhe painting her with his ✨ essence ✨
It’s not fun when the prey knows she’s going to be chased. Since I sensed that she started to expect it, I had to change gearswhich is already a few up than Aiden King.
She needs to be able to let go on her own without any force on my part. Because while I’m certain we’re compatible, while I’m almost sure she craves the depravity I hide, I want more proof. Anything will do. A gesture, a word—or even a silent agreement would be enough. Without any of those, it’s no different from grooming her and confiscating her will, and I have no interest in a shellthat he wants her without anything holding her back, he wants her at his feet.
I’ll let you go and you’ll run. If I catch you, I’m going to take you, use you, abuse you, and fill your cunt with my cum and make you choke on my dick until you’re crying and begging me to stop.”He wants her to beg him:
The more you say no, the harder my dick gets to fuck the word out of you. The more you beg, no, please, the harder I’ll tear through that cunt until there’s nothing left.”He wants her struggles:
All I need is her strangling me, crying, begging for more. Then begging me to stop. Then begging for more all over againso, where would you draw the line?
Now that I had a taste of Naomi’s fear and tasted her subtle excitement on my tongue, I crave more
I use her with a brutality that consumes me
"I’m going to ram my bare dick into that tight cunt of yours and rip you apart and you’re going to take it like the dirty whore you are"I didn't think it was possible to find a guy that aligned with your kinks so well and that too someone who's as possessive:
She’s like this for me. Only me
I mark her in a way I’ve never felt the need to mark anyone beforeand it's not only me but Naomi too:
Otherwise, why the hell would he get off on chasing me and coming all over my face afterward?
I’m craving the degradation and the immorality of it all
Because even if I said no, he didn’t stop. When I begged, he fucked me harder. When I cried, he took moreguess we have more in common that we thought.
“Your body is made for fucking, baby.” “It’s also made for kicking you in the crotch.”at least she didn't take bullshit compared to ahem Reina ahem Asstrid.
In my mind, I’m jumping across the table, grabbing him by the neck, then bashing his head against the floor. Once, twice, until blood oozes from a crack in his forehead. Then I go on until he loses some of his teeth and starts wailing like a fucking bitch. In reality, I remain stillwhich made the plot go from 📈 to 📉 because he should have done it and not just daydream it, I can daydream about getting chased by him too and
“Aha. So you prefer manga. Noted. Let’s buy you some and fuck on top of them."
He’s calling me baby, so he can’t be in his beast mode right now
I found her. Someone who accepts me just the way I am without trying to fix me or any of that bullshit. In fact, she gets off on my real nature as much as I get off on hers
If I have to chase her, so be it. I’ll run after her until she realizes there was no escaping me in the first place
Sick and twisted are only labels they try to contain us with. We’re not serial killers just because we enjoy consensual non-consensual sexual activities. We’re grown adults who recognize our fantasiesthat is all I get from them - one conversation with no link to serial killers and many chases.
I dash forward until I touch something. The railings. I grab on to them as I climb the stairs. Every now and then, I glance behind me and imagine a shadow on my tail. Only it’s not my imagination. He is right behind me because this scene had me in a hold, up till now
”Soon enough, we were speaking an identical language only the two of us could recognize.”
this was mid. am i going to read the sequel anyway? ofc i am.