Page 81 of Sweet Misery
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“I always deliver, baby.”
She let out a soft laugh and rode me harder. I stared up in wonder at her, completely taken by her fierce beauty.
She’d sidelined me.
No longer was she the quiet, sweet girl I’d known.
In her place was a fighter. A warrior. Someone to be feared. Someone we’d all underestimated.
A perfect fallen angel for our personal Hell.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Forever looked pretty fucking good.
