“
My fingers tighten on his wrist. "You're mental."
"Mental for you," he murmurs, spinning me so my back hits cold glass. His hand slides up my throat, thumb stroking the frantic pulse there. "I'd drink your blood if it meant keeping a piece of you inside me. I'd let you carve my heart out with a rusty nail if it proved I belong to you. I'd kill for you, die for you, burn the whole fucking world down and dance in the ashes if it meant you'd smile at me after. You're my obsession, Ophelia- you're
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”
― Cracked Doll
― Cracked Doll
“
Touch your pussy, baby. I like it better when you're desperate to come. You're so sweet and obedient.
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”
― Playing With Fire
― Playing With Fire
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