Hekate's Bride

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ruin my relationships because I was trying to

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adds in a low, deadly whisper, "And who wou

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hing my head back so I can look at him. My body jerks from the con

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tement courses through me. Perhaps it is the alcoho

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my nostrils and somehow, something so little h

think he's drunk too. This isn't r

e is little protest in my voice as

here, in his eyes, I see a crack. The cold, ruthless demeanor of his cracks

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the air out of me. My world shatters.

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the oak door, but I barely feel it. Not as a fervent, urgen

his tongue slides over the roof of my mouth. He presses me harder a

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, like I never hav

I hate that my body reacts to him

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