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“Go. To. Hell,” I panted. It was the only sentence I could manage before another sharp thrust scrambled my thoughts.
His dark chuckle reverberated through me. “You’re my personal hell, Red.” He gave my hair another sharp tug. “And God help me, I don’t want to fucking leave.”
― Ana Huang, Twisted Hate