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“Keep pushing me”
― Pretty When He Bleeds
― Pretty When He Bleeds
“I do, but you smell like smoke and salt, and your cologne always makes me so hard. It’s… It’s calming,” he moans. “Teach me how to suck your cock properly, Daddy.”
― Dirty Hit
― Dirty Hit
“You keep pretending you don’t want what you want. You keep telling yourself you’re just scared. That’s half the reason you’re fucked up about this—fear you can manage, but desire’s the part you don’t know what to do with.”
― Dirty Hit
― Dirty Hit
“You were sleepwalking through your own life,” he cuts in. “Church, class, study, smile, nod, never say no. You’ve been saying yes to everyone and everything except yourself for so long that you forgot what wanting feels like. Then I walk in, and suddenly you remember you have a pulse. You hate that it took someone like me to wake you up, but it did, and now you’re here.”
― Dirty Hit
― Dirty Hit
“Seth studies me with a raised eyebrow. I step closer to him and angle my body, blocking his line of sight to Brendon out of instinct. What’s mine stays mine, even if I haven’t claimed it out loud yet.”
― Dirty Hit
― Dirty Hit
“I know with sinking, absolute certainty that whatever line I thought I could hold between us just snapped, and I have no idea how to tie it back together.”
― Dirty Hit
― Dirty Hit
“I’m just honest about what I’m asking you to do. I’m not hiding it behind God, grades, or parental approval. I’m telling you straight up: get on your knees for me, because I want to see you there.”
― Dirty Hit
― Dirty Hit
“She’s breathing,” he says. “You can check if you want, but I promise she is. I didn’t hit her that hard, I just turned the volume down before she put her hands on you again.”
― Dirty Hit
― Dirty Hit
“You’re not a thing to me, Little Sin, you’re a choice,” I say. “You’re also my pretty little toy, and I don’t share my choices, or my fucking toys.”
― Dirty Hit
― Dirty Hit
“There it is—the surrender. The piece of him that’s been dying for someone to hold him tight enough, so he can stop pretending he’s fine.”
― Dirty Hit
― Dirty Hit
“I can say whatever the fuck I want,” he says, smirking. “You can argue, and I’ll enjoy it. Then you’ll go home and lie awake, thinking about my hand on your throat and my voice in your ear, and the next time you kneel to pray, you’ll hear me instead of God.”
― Dirty Hit
― Dirty Hit
“Look at you,” I murmur. “Mr. Lane. TA. Top of his class. On his knees on a random Tuesday because the campus psycho counted down from ten.”
― Dirty Hit
― Dirty Hit





