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" Gripping her hips, I fuck her. Hard. It isn’t pretty. It’s fast and brutal. It isn’t making love. It’s fucking at its finest; raw and beautiful and fucking powerful, for us both. She submits to me willingly, simply, almost desperately, and I take her, body and mind, making them both mine. I brand them with my own fucked up version of love. Because I don’t love like most. I love darkly, cruelly, and brutally, or not at all. "
― Claire C. Riley , Wrath (The Elite Seven, #3)
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" She’s close to me, and I make a point of taking a deep breath as she gets even closer. “Well, don’t you smell fucking delicious, officer,” I say into her ear. Her hands still momentarily before continuing. “I’d love to have you across my knee,” I say as she finally unlocks the cuffs and stands back up, her cheeks burning bright red. “I will taser you,” she says through clenched teeth. “In the balls.” The comment makes me bark out a laugh. “Promises, promises. "
― Claire C. Riley , Wrath (The Elite Seven, #3)