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First published September 30, 2022
Softly, darkly, Manson said, "Lucas, do you want to fuck her?"
The other man's eyes were black as night when he looked at me. "Yes. I want to make her scream."
"Ask nicely."
Lucas bared his teeth for a moment and buries his mouth against Manson's neck as if to keep the words inside.
"Please let me fuck her."
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➥ Jess (h) was interesting...I'll say. Do I love her nearly as much as I do the boys? No. Do I wish I did? Yes. I always roll my eyes when popular people feel all victimised when they're the ones traumatising people, but she did own up to it in the end and her love for all of them felt very real. Do I like her character? Not really. She reminded me of Ryen from Punk 57 but with a little less substance, really. She was childish and often a pick me girl but I didn't really care? She wasn't as great as Juniper from Her Soul for Revenge but was much better than Rae from Her Soul to Take. To be fair, Harley had to work with the character she had written for The Dare and I think that must've been challenging.
➥ Manson (H) is still my bae. I love him, he's everyone's daddy let's be real. The "Angel" will never get old and he will always be an icon. His daddy issues run deep though...damn.
Manson stepped closer. Before I even realised what was happening, he'd scooped me up, my feet leaving the ground as he easily carried me the rest of the way down the hall.
"What are you doing?" I said, as he shoved open my bedroom door with his foot.
"Getting that sad look off your face," he said, smiling at me crookedly as he stopped next to my bed. He dumped me on the mattress but followed me down, crawling on top of me. He buried his face against me neck, the combination of his mouth and warm breath trailing over my skin making me erupt in a fit of laughter.
➥ Lucas (H) is one I have a real soft spot for. He's the one I disliked the most at first, but his strong relationship with Manson is EVERYTHING and he has his moments when you're like aw. He also liked being called a "good boy"...just saying...
"They're back," I said.
Lucas took my hand again. He lifted it to his lips, kissing my knuckles tenderly. "Let's go see what happened."
➥ Vincent (H) is my man. I mean they all are mine, just to be clear, but he's my favourite I think. He's funny, he's unhinged and I love him, your honour.
He stood suddenly, tucking the umbrella against his shoulder before he extended his hand to me. I stared at his open palm, blinking rapidly in confusion. "What?"
"Doesn't feel right for the Prom Queen to not get her slow dance," he said, a slight smile playing around his lips.
➥ Jason (H) is a cutie patootie. I adore his relationship with Vinc :(, they're so STINKING cute.
Jason's fingers brushed my shoulder. "Come with us," he said softly. "Let's get you out of here."
"Breakfast is coming up!" Vincent called from the kitchen as we came back inside. I could smell bacon and hash browns, and when I looked into the kitchen, there were multiple bowls on the counter and pans on the stove. He glanced over his shoulder at me with a grin, his long hair messily tied up as he added another pancake to the stack in front of him.
"Are you ready to be a good girl for us?" he said as Lucas's arms wrapped around his chest. Lucas rested his chin on Manson's shoulder, tenderly kissing his neck.
His hand trailed over my body, rough and hard, when he pulled up my dress and pressed himself against me.
"Terrible taste," he murmured again. "What are you fucking with trash for, huh? Pretty little thing like you."
He tugged the knife out of the tree and grasped my hand. He held my palm up between the two of us, slowly rubbing his thumb over my fingers.
"You're not afraid?" He watched my face carefully. He'd know if I lied.
I shook my head. "No."
Delicately, he pressed the sharp tip of the blade against the pad of my middle finger. There was a subtle sting as my skin parted, blood welling up. He moved the knife in slow small lines and I was mesmerized by the sight.
What he left behind was a tiny heart, etched into my finger. The pain wasn't even as bad as a papercut, so why did it feel like it sliced so deep?
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❝but love is a little different with every person you share it with. Sometimes it's passionate and romantic, or deep and platonic, or any combination in between. A lot of people don't understand it, but I don't need anyone's understanding. I accepted that a long time ago❞
❝staring at the woman I couldn't have. She was so fucking beautiful. Heartlessly perfect. The cruelest joke life had ever played on me.❞
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❝I was just a skinny stoner with a fried egg for a brain❞
❝Paranoid? What do you have to be paranoid about? I'm with you. I'll make sure you don't go running off naked into the woods. At least not without me❞
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❝I wanted to ride this man like a goddamn rollercoaster and then take his friends for a spin too❞
❝Is it really that hard to give an inch, Jess?"
"Yeah, Jess. Can't even give an inch when Manson gave you eight?❞
❝Because I can't stand to see you so fucking torn up over it, You can't let it go. It's been years of this shit, and you still can't stop❞
❝I'm not some delicate little flower, okay? We made a deal. I'm yours until my debt is paid and I meant that. Yours. But if I'm yours, then you're all mine too. I'm not on the outside anymore. I'm part of this, all of it - even the scary fucked-up parts. I need to talk to him. Please❞
❝I'm joking. Come on, Jess. Do I really look like I'd murder someone?"
"Well.. You look like you could murder this pussy, so yeah, you do look like a killer❞
"His imperfection made him sacred, his strength made him holy. But the lust he inspired in me made him wicked, and the ease with which he bent me to his will was the closest thing to divinity I could imagine."