Some stories aren't black and white.
C.J. RobertsMots clés livvie
I'm fucked in the head, too. Even before I met you.
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I'm done being the damsel in distress. I don't need anyone to save me.
C.J. RobertsMots clés livvie
Like a Falcon, she needed the dark to understand who her master was. She would learn to trust him, to rely upon him, to anticipate what he wanted from her. And like any master with his salt, he would reward her for her obedience. He would be exceedingly firm, but he would also be as fair as he could be. He had notchosen the instrument of his revenge at random. He had chosen a beautiful submissive. And what was a submissive if not adaptable -if not a survivor?
C.J. RobertsI blinked once, "if it's anywhere near as bad as what those assholes did to me... I'm tired of living through this shit just to step into deeper fucking shit. So if all you have planned for me is more torture, I think I'd rather die. Just do me one favor and don't... I don't want to die slow.
C.J. RobertsIf I survive this, I can't go back. I'll have to move forward and I don't know what that means.
C.J. RobertsI had a weapon of my own and I wasn't afraid to fucking use it. And if I died? Who the fuck cared? I put the gun to my head and demanded to be let through. The fucktards shot me.
C.J. RobertsSoftly, he inhales and exhales as we kiss. He never stops kissing me; he simply continues to steal my breath, returning it to me only when he’s infused it with his essence. Pure lust lives inside him. Every breath I take should come from his lungs.
C.J. RobertsI guess ,you want revenge," Ruthless Me, whispered. You bet your sweet ass, I do.
C.J. RobertsEverybody is fucked up and we are all freaks in our own ways"-Agent Reed
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