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224 pages, Kindle Edition
Published November 1, 2024
“Red.”
I’m usually very patient when I hunt prey, but I’m struggling tonight.
I shiver as I lift the pen because I know what I’ve done. I’ve signed my life away.
I’ve made a deal with the devil.
I want him to claim me. I want him to possess me. I’ve never wanted that before. Or maybe I’ve simply never allowed myself to want it.
“I thought about you all day,” he says. “I imagined that plug inside you, pressing against your sweet spot, making you hard for me. I imagined your cock dripping as you waited for me. Did you imagine me inside you?”
« Because he’s making feel things that I don’t know how to feel. And he’s making me want things that I don’t know how to want. »
“I was … afraid,” he admits. That’s not what I expected. “Of what?” “Of you. Of what I wanted with you.” My breath catches. “And what do you want?”
“Everything.”
"'You've never been with a man before, have you,' I ask. I won't deny that the idea thrills me. I'll get to watch as he experiences totally new sensations. [...] I bring my mouth to his ear and whisper, letting my lips brush him. 'You have no idea what your body can do for you. You have no idea what my body can do for you.'"
"It won't hurt this time", I tell him. "Come on. You'll feel better when you're on my dick."
“I want to fuck you, Tristan. Again and again and again. I want my cum inside you and all over you. I want you always ready for me, always anticipating me. I want you getting hard at the sound of my voice because you know how I’m going to use you. And I will be using you.”
“I think you hate me because I see the truth of you, and I make you see it too. And it’s hard to come to terms with the fact that what you really want, what you really need, is base and raw and fucking primitive.”
₊˙ ⌇ 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒔 𝑰 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰’𝒗𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒆. 𝑰’𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚. 𝑰’𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒂 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍. ⌇ ˚⭒
₊˙ ⌇ “𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝑻𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏. 𝑨𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏. 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒖𝒎 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆, 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆. 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝑰’𝒎 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖.” ⌇ ˚⭒
₊˙ ⌇ 𝑰 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒔𝒐 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒗𝒖𝒍𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝑰 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕, 𝒂𝒔 𝑰 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒎𝒚 𝒂𝒔𝒔. 𝑰𝒕’𝒔 𝒔𝒐 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝑰’𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒖𝒑𝒔𝒆𝒕, 𝒎𝒚 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒍𝒆. 𝑻𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒍𝒍. 𝑫𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆’𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒇𝒕𝒔. 𝑯𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆. 𝑯𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒎𝒆. 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒆, 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒂 𝒔𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏’𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑫𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓, 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆, 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒚. 𝑰 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒙. ⌇ ˚⭒
₊˙ ⌇ “𝑾𝒉𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈?” 𝒉𝒆 (𝑻𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏) 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒔, 𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈.
“𝑰’𝒎 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚.”
“𝒀𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒆.”
“𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚’𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒖𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒆𝒙𝒄𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆.” ⌇ ˚⭒
-- they were so cute🤭
₊˙ ⌇ 𝑰 (𝑻𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏) 𝒔𝒂𝒚 “𝑰 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒂 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒐𝒏.”
“𝒀𝒆𝒂𝒉, 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍, 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒐𝒅𝒂𝒚. 𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝑰’𝒎 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅.” ⌇ ˚⭒
-- i loved how their crazy matched, actually lmao