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“I love you, AJ. I don’t care if you shoot me after this. I don’t care if you hate me until the day I die.” Another tear falls. My voice is barely holding together. “Just…please don’t leave me.”

“Please…” His fingers stop just inches from the barrel pressed against my temple. “I’m begging you, solnyshko.” For the first time since I’ve known him… He cries. “Please…give me the gun.”

“I don’t know how… I know how to hunt people. I know how to kill them. I know how to survive. That’s all I fucking know. I don’t know how to…” The words catch in his throat so hard I can see him physically fighting them. “I don’t know how to love somebody…but⁠—”
“I love you, AJ. I’ve loved you since before I understood what the fuck was happening to me."

His thumb drags across my cheek, catching a tear I didn’t even realize fell. Tilting my chin, he crashes his mouth into mine, stealing the air from my lungs. His other hand tangles in my hair, pulling me closer, his tongue pushing past my lips, owning my mouth.
“I thought you don’t kiss…”
“I don’t…” He kisses me again, slower, deeper, his thumb stroking my jaw. “But husbands kiss their wives.”

“Fuck…you taste good,” he mutters, almost angry about it. “Been thinking about this little cunt for days. How sweet it is. How tight it gets when you come.”

“Morgan, I love everything about you. I’ve never felt the way I do about anyone like I do you. God, I love you doesn’t even sound like enough. I’m obsessed with you. My heart beats for you. My lungs breathe for you. My⁠—”

“Even if you never forgive me, baby,” he growls in his modulated Ghost voice. “Even if I spend eternity missing you, I need you to know something. I could probably spend the rest of my life without you in it,” he murmurs. “But I really don’t want to.” My heart skips a beat. “I love you, little villain. And unfortunately, I just don’t know how to stop loving you.”

"You should apologize."
"Yeah, that’s not happening. You fucking lunatic."
"Not to me, little villain. To HIM. For involving him in this and getting him killed in the process."

“What I am, Galina,” Lochlan chokes, “is yours. I’m fucking yours, baby.”

“God!”
“It’s not God stretching this tight little fuck hole open, baby,” he growls in a newer, slightly more human tone. “If you’re going to pray to anyone right now, you’d better fucking pray to me.”

"It was certainly better than those weak-ass little ones you were giving yourself all week. Me: 1. Battery-operated bullshit: 0."
"Wow. Bold move REMINDING ME about the spying. We’ll see how that pans out for you."
"Awww, babe."
"???"
"We’ll see?"
"WTF are you trying to say."
"You called us a “we” <3 <3"

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“W-what… What are you going to do to me?”
“I’m not going to do anything to you. You, little villain, are going to do something to me. You’re going to dance for me, baby.”
“What?”
“You’re going to dance for me,” he growls. “Right here, like a good girl.”

“I was going to take it easy,” he whispers. “But you’ve been a very bad Doctor today.”

"Do you hate me?"
"Yeah, Izzy. I hate you so much that I spent half an hour worshipping your body with my mouth." "Then why, are you denying me this?"
"Denying you?"
"Pretty girl, do you think I have any self-control left after what you just did to me?"
"Then what's the problem?"
"Because when I finally take you, Izzy? You won't be able to walk the next day."

"Goddamn, pretty girl, you look like something I should get on my knees and pray for."

"Pretty girl."
"Why do you call me that?"
"It just feels right."
"Feels right?"
"You're my pretty girl, why wouldn't I call you that?"
"What are we to each other?"
"As far as I'm concerned? You're mine."

"I would never hurt a woman—let alone MY woman."

"Now, you've had your fun. Get your ass up here. Sit on my face, Harper."
"Excuse me?"
"I said, come and sit on my face and let me clean up my mess."
"Ace Sterling. I am not sitting on your face when you're in this condition."
"You're ridiculous,"
"Nah. I'm just hungry, sweetheart. Man needs a proper breakfast. Harper, baby. I said sit on my face. Not whatever this hoverin' shit is. Down. Smother me."

The doctor moves in, checking his pupils with a penlight. "Mr. Sterling, can you tell me where you are?" Ace squints at him and considers the question with the deep seriousness of a very drunk man. "Heaven," he says. Then frowns. "No. Wait. There's a doctor. Heaven wouldn't need doctors." He looks at me. "Am I dead, baby? You look like an angel. That's confusin' the hell outta me."

"My world revolves around you. It has since the first time you smiled at me. There isn't a version of me that doesn't love you. Not in the past. Not in the future. If there is one damn thing I'm certain of in this life, it's my love for you. So if you tell me the baby isn't mine, it changes nothing. Not a single thing. I'll love you the same. I'll love that baby the same. I'll be the man you both need me to be."

"I hate you. I am so horny right now, I can’t even see straight."
"No, you don't, baby. See you later."
"You're a dead man, Ace Sterling."
"Make sure I die with your pussy on my face."

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"I was wrong. And I want to come home now. If you'll have me. Forever this time."
"Yes, Harper Jones, I'll marry you."
"I didn't..."
"I'm joking, darlin'. You coming home to me is the only dream I've held on to. It's all I want. You, Harper. You are all I'll ever want in this life. I will marry you, though, Harper. But I'm going to do it properly. The ring you've always dreamed of. That honeymoon to Venice."

"What shall we do now?"
"Wanna grab some dinner and lie in the back of my truck to watch the stars?"
"I'd love that."
"And fuck some more. Now I've started, I can't stop."
"Fucking all night sounds good."
“Harper. I’m not joking. My dick is going to want to live inside you from now on.”
“I can deal with that, Ace.”

"It's been a long time for me, Harper. Trust me, I won't be coming that quick all the time."
"How long? What do you mean?"
"There's been no one else."
"In six years? You've not had sex? Nothing?
"No, baby. Just me and my hand girlfriend. I don't need anyone else. It's you or no one. I came to terms with that."

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"We taste fuckin' perfect together," he mutters. "Please, Acey."
"Please what?"
"Fuck me. Fuck me like you forgive me, Ace." "That ain't what this is. I'll fuck you like I love you, Goldie. Ain't nothing to forgive. I loved you back then. I've loved you every day since. And I sure as hell love you now."
"Mine. Harper. Mine."
"Yes!"
"I ain't gonna last, baby. You're killin' me."

"I'm gonna come in my boxers, Harper. I'm not joking. I can't last the ride home." “Remember our system?” I ask her, keeping my voice low.
“Yes. Green, good, keep going. Yellow, I need you to slow down a little, but I’m good. Pink, I’m close to red. Red, I need you to stop right now.”
"I'm going to chase you, Goldie. And when I catch you you'll remember exactly who you belong to. You. Are. Mine."

“You don’t love him. That means the war isn’t lost, Harper. I was talkin’ shit earlier. I didn’t mean what I said. Don’t walk away, not again. It means I ain’t giving up. I’ve waited six long years for you to come back to me, you think I’m going to let you walk out of my life again without trying?”
“You might be engaged to another man, but you will always belong to me, Harper Jones,” I growl.

"Either come back to me," I say. "Properly. Fully. No more secrets. Or let me go. Because this in-between is not love, Harper. It's a slow death. And I’m not sure I can keep dying for you."

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"I can't do it anymore, sweetheart. It's killing me. And I can’t watch it kill you, too. So you do what you need to do here, I’ll stay outta your way. And then you can leave again."
"I love you, I've loved you since I was sixteen. I'll love you until they put me in the ground. But I can't keep bleeding for something you won't let me have. I stopped living the day you left me, Harper. But that has to stop."