“Every man here wants to fuck you,” he growled. I froze. “What?” He moved back, eyes blazing and his grip tightening on my hip. “Are you trying to make my life a living hell?”
“If you’re the sickness, I suppose you can’t also be the cure.”
― The Wicked King
― The Wicked King
“What is the opposite of two?
A lonely me, a lonely you.”
― Opposites, More Opposites, and a Few Differences
A lonely me, a lonely you.”
― Opposites, More Opposites, and a Few Differences
“Tell me again what you said at the revel,” he says, climbing over me, his body against mine.
“What?” I can barely think.
“That you hate me,” he says, his voice hoarse. “Tell me that you hate me.”
“I hate you,” I say, the words coming out like a caress. I say it again, over and over. A litany. An enchantment. A ward against what I really feel. “I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.”
He kisses me harder.
“I hate you,” I breathe into his mouth. “I hate you so much that sometimes I can’t think of anything else.”
― The Wicked King
“What?” I can barely think.
“That you hate me,” he says, his voice hoarse. “Tell me that you hate me.”
“I hate you,” I say, the words coming out like a caress. I say it again, over and over. A litany. An enchantment. A ward against what I really feel. “I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.”
He kisses me harder.
“I hate you,” I breathe into his mouth. “I hate you so much that sometimes I can’t think of anything else.”
― The Wicked King
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