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58 pages, Kindle Edition
First published April 19, 2019



"She’s pleasuring me simply
by existing."

"I can love her,
treat her like a princess,
guard her with my life."

"You really want me to call you ‘honey’?” I tuck my finger just inside his pants. “I thought we settled on ‘Daddy.’
"You really want to call me ‘angel’?”
“That is what you are,” he answers, voice harsh.
“But, um…” My own face flushes when I admit the next part.
“I liked it when you called me your good little girl."


“Please don’t ever cry again,” I rasp into her neck. “I can’t seem to recover from it.”
“I’m sorry.” She kisses a line down my shoulder. “Girls just cry sometimes.”
“You will not do it anymore, Margaret.”
“What if I watch a sad movie?”
“Only happy movies from now on.”

"I recognized the needs of my mate and developed the ability to please her to satisfy. Now her needs have become my own.
I can’t imagine having made this connection with my angel. I’m her provider in every single way. Emotionally, physically. And if what we call ourselves is wrong, I don’t give a fuck about being right.
I’m in love with Margaret. Her happiness and satisfaction are the languages I speak now and I’m already fluent."
"I sit down on the edge of the bed where I can still smell our lovemaking and it turns me into a fearsome animal. If someone has my mate, they are on borrowed time. Before this day is over, I will grind their fucking bones to dust. To Margaret, I am a lover. To them, I am Satan."

“Angel, please dry your tears before I look at you.” His voice resonates, deep and livid in the cold room. “I’m trying very hard not to scare you, but if you cry right now…” He stops for a shuddering breath. “When we leave, I will have to burn down this building with everyone inside.”

"I love being awake. Being awake means I have eyes on Margaret. It means I’m speaking with her, touching her. Sleep is nothing more than a means to rest so I can love her harder the following day."

"My Margaret. You are my everything. My life, my peace, my obsession.” I push the words through my teeth. “Say you’re mine, eternally.”
She reaches up and touches my face, love glowing in her eyes. “Eternally yours, Lenin.”


