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Her.

And I’ll do anything.

Leaning in, I brush her wet hair behind her ear. “Someday, you’ll realize you’re wrong.”

But not today.

There are still missing pieces. Things I need to figure out from that night in the forest. So instead of offering her the clarity she’s desperate for, I brush my thumb over the upside-down cross on her wrist and leave that to define us when she can’t.

“It’s not going to fade, is it?” She looks down at the mark.

“It will.” I brush over it again. “But it’ll never go away completely.”

I made sure of it.

“Here.” I reach my arm out, pausing with my forearm near her mouth.

“What?” Her eyebrows pinch.

“Bite.”

“Why?”

“I marked you. You get to mark me. It’s only fair.” Not to mention my cock jumps at the thought.

She rolls her shoulders back. “Since when do you care about what’s fair?”

“Bite, Violet.” I shove my arm against her perfect pink lips when they part on an exhale. “Hard.”

Sapphire eyes flick to me as she slowly peels open her mouth, and I push between her teeth.

Just like she did on the side of the road, for a moment, she hesitates. She tries to tell herself she doesn’t want what I offer her. But just like that night, she loses her battle, and slowly—carefully—she bites down.

“Harder.” I grip the back of her head as her teeth sink in. “Good little kitten. Claim what’s yours.”

My praise has her jaw clenching tighter. She might hate the mark I carved into her skin. And she might hate that she enjoys this. But her body craves it.

The girl who messaged me in the Dark Desires app wants all these things and more. She’s just scared to ask for them.

“Harder, Violet.” She’s still just breaching the surface.

I need her to cut through, to slice into me. To burrow where she’s belonged since the moment we met.

Gripping her hair tighter, she blinks back tears as her teeth finally break skin.

Surprised, she tries to pull away.

“No running tonight.” I hold the back of her head in place, forcing her to stay put.

Blood trickles between her lips and my arm as she scratches to break free. But there’s no use; I’m not letting her go. I want every drop of me inside her beautiful mouth.

Until we’re one.

Until we’re whole.

“Be a good girl for your savior, Violet.” I seal my arm to her mouth. “I want you to drink up.”

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