I know," he said quietly. "But I also know there’s a thin line between good and evil. There’s a gray area, one we all step into.
J.M. DarhowerWhatever, I know how to treat a girl," he said defensively as he glanced at Haven for confirmation, clearly not believing his own words. She nodded reassuringly, and he smiled. "See?
J.M. DarhowerHe asked if I was happy with you. Nothing of importance.” He groaned after the words rolled from his lips. “Not saying that’s not important, or that you aren’t important, because you are. I’m just saying it’s not a big deal or whatever. Well, I mean, it is a big deal, but—”
Haven covered his mouth with her hand to shut him up. “I get it, Carmine. I love you too.
I’m surprised she hasn’t started cursing yet from hearing me.”
“Oh, but she has,” Vincent said. “I overheard her.”
Carmine turned to Haven. “What did you say?”
She didn’t respond, and he sighed. “Come on, you can say it. Was it fuck? Because I say fuck a lot. Motherfucker? Shit? Asshole?”
“I think that’s plenty,” Vincent said, pinching the bridge of his nose. “The word doesn’t matter, but if you insist on knowing, she said ‘damn’.”
"Oh, just damn? Not even goddamn?
Ti amo tantissimo, mia bella ragazza
J.M. DarhowerTell me you don't feel it then, the fluttering in your chest; the hair on the nape of your neck rising as your nerve endings stir, your fingers tingling with the need to reach out and caress something." His eyes raked down her form. "Tell me your body doesn't ache at the mere thought of me between your thighs, on top of you, inside of you, giving you what my brother never could - real feeling, the kind of feeling that makes you scream so loud your throat feels like it's bleeding. Agonizing pleasure, the kind that torments your every thought, driving you to the brink of insanity only to pull you right back from the edge, over and over and over again. Unbearable pleasure, the kind that makes you beg for it to stop, but the moment it's over, you feel like nothing but an empty, useless shell - a shell that needs more.
J.M. DarhowerOggi uccidiamo, domani moriremo,” he said, his gloved hand making the sign of the cross. Today we kill, tomorrow we die.
J.M. DarhowerStichwörter: dr-vincent-demarco
Who was the leader of the North?”
“Lincoln.”
“No, he was the president.”
“Yes, which means he was the fucking leader of everyone.”
Mrs. Anderson's face clouded with anger. Oops. “You won't use that language in my classroom.”
“Could've fooled me,” he said, “because I thought I already did.
Stichwörter: carmine-demarco
(Dominic after winning King
J.M. DarhowerStichwörter: prom dominic-demarco
I'm not that bad,” he said. “I'm rich, popular. I have a sense of humor. I'm good looking, and not to mention I have a really big—”
They all groaned loudly before he could finish. He just shrugged, thinking he'd summed himself up nicely.
Stichwörter: carmine-demarco
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