“Was that a threat?” My jaw tenses as I stare at him squarely. “Yeah, it was. I’ll stab you in the neck. You may scare everyone else here, but not me.” His gaze traces a heated path down my chest once more. “Fuck, I love it when you talk murder to me”
When threats are foreplay, it's going to be a good book JAJAJAJA
— Jun 27, 2025 03:05AM
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