Status Updates From Fatal

If Rhett says on your knees, you get on your fuckin kneessssss!!!! 🤪🤪🤪🤪

“You own every inch, nook, and cranny of me. I gave you my soul up in that cabin. What you choose to do with it, that’s on you.”

“Because I do own you.” Her eyes widen and she’s about to spark, but I quickly continue. “Just like you own me. Heart, mind, dick, and fucking soul. All yours, Kitten.”

The T-shirt she’s wearing is, of course, one of mine, and it looks so much better on her. I could be with her like this forever.

Her whole body seems to deflate as the tension seeps out of her with every stroke, every caress, and a sense of pride fills me knowing that she’s being taken care of properly.

“I have no idea. I don’t speak sociopath.”

I know she’s got her secrets, most of which I’m already privy to, but outright lying like this is something I won’t tolerate.

I’m going to have to threaten both the driver and the pilot of my helicopter. If they even so much as look at her, I’m gonna have to gouge the cunts’ eyes out.