Hamnah

“But the thing about ‘maybes’? They’re useless.”
― Rina Kent, Deviant King

“I can't stop my fantasies, sweetheart."

He wraps his hand around mine, that's on his heart. His black, black heart.

"But I won't tell you the rest of them. Do you know why?"

I shake my head once. He yanks my hand away from his chest as if I burn him.

"Because you're not ready for those. I'll tell you this though." he leans in to whisper the words, "You taste better than any fucking fantasy.”
― Rina Kent, Deviant King

“He’s like smoke. Suffocating, slippery, and undecipherable.”
― Rina Kent, Deviant King

“Are you playing a mind game?” I snap. “Is this the part where you laugh in my face and tell me I’ve been pranked?” “This is the part where you lost your only chance to escape me.” He squeezes my neck. “You’re well and truly fucked, sweetheart.”
― Rina Kent, Deviant King