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“Remember this moment,” he growls deeply, withdrawing to the tip before pushing deeper inside of me. “Because the next time I fuck you, you will be deeply in love with me, Adeline. I’m your stalker and a murderer, and you will love me anyways.”
― Haunting Adeline
― Haunting Adeline
“Zade,” he whispers against my lips. “That’s the only name that will ever leave your lips from now on, especially when you’re making that little pussy feel good. And when I’m making that pussy feel good, then you can call me God.”
― Haunting Adeline
― Haunting Adeline
“His eyes are tracing my curves like they're scripture, and he's a sinner that is searching for proof of a God that he no longer can hear.”
― Haunting Adeline
― Haunting Adeline
“What you’re seeing now is what I see every day. No matter how far I run, how hard I try to escape you—you’re everywhere I go. You’re everything I see. Loving you is like being trapped in a house of mirrors, little mouse. And I’ve never felt so at home while being so lost inside you.”
― Haunting Adeline
― Haunting Adeline
“You’re going to murder him too?”
“Of course I am. Slowly, too. Start with snipping the Achille’s heel so he can’t run, and then—”
“That's fucked up, you're going to jail,” she cuts in, disgust curling her lip. “Actually, I hope you go to prison and are sentenced to death.”
She turns with a snarl, but she doesn’t make it a step before my hand snaps out, capturing her arm and whipping her back around, directly into my chest.
Addie inhales sharply, her eyes dilating as I seize the back of her neck with one hand and grab her delectable ass with the other, lifting her up against my body.
"Will you be my last meal, baby?”
― Haunting Adeline
“Of course I am. Slowly, too. Start with snipping the Achille’s heel so he can’t run, and then—”
“That's fucked up, you're going to jail,” she cuts in, disgust curling her lip. “Actually, I hope you go to prison and are sentenced to death.”
She turns with a snarl, but she doesn’t make it a step before my hand snaps out, capturing her arm and whipping her back around, directly into my chest.
Addie inhales sharply, her eyes dilating as I seize the back of her neck with one hand and grab her delectable ass with the other, lifting her up against my body.
"Will you be my last meal, baby?”
― Haunting Adeline
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