Haunting-Adeline

you. But I can assure you Max is not going to be a problem any longer. He
and I had a nice li le talk, and he's promised to be a good boy.”
Her eyes round. “Did you threaten him?”
“Well, what else would I do, baby? Ask him nicely and say pre y
please?”
Her lip curls. “You probably just made him angrier.”
“If he miraculously develops a pair that are bigger than the ping pong
balls he's got swinging between his legs and tries to hurt you, he'll be taken
care of.”
She wrinkles her nose, and I don’t think she can decide if she wants to
ques on how I know what size his balls are. I’d rather not relive that
nightmare.
“Taken care of how? You’re going to murder him too?”
“Of course I am. Slowly, too. Start with snipping the Achille’s heel so he
can’t run, and then—”
“That's fucked up, you're going to jail,” she cuts in, disgust curling her lip.
“Actually, I hope you go to prison and are sentenced to death.”
She turns with a snarl, but she doesn’t make it a step before my hand
snaps out, capturing her arm and whipping her back around, directly into
my chest.
Addie inhales sharply, her eyes dila ng as I seize the back of her neck
with one hand and grab her delectable ass with the other, li ing her up
against my body.
"Will you be my last meal, baby?”
Her mouth parts and her breathing hitches. Those light brown eyes are
wide and swollen with emo on. Shock. Awe.
Desire.
I lean in close, my mouth hovering a mere inch from hers.
“You taste like heaven. I could feast on that sweet li le pussy for hours
and s ll die a starving man. It’ll be the closest I will ever get to God before
they inject me with that needle, don’t you agree?”
She’s speechless, so I take advantage and capture those sweet lips with
my own. She tenses beneath my hold but doesn’t pull away. The taste of
fruit from her margarita blooms on my tongue, and I can’t help but groan.
“You taste like fucking nirvana,” I rasp, before sucking her bo om lip into
my mouth. The faintest li le moan slips free, and it’s enough to drive me