Page 42 of Giving It to the Monster

She smiled. “Is that a good thing?”

“I don’t know. I don’t want to live without you. You mean everything to me, always have. The life I lead, it’s not for the faint of heart, Nat. I’m not some saint. I’m a monster.”

Natasha pressed a finger to his lips. “To the outside world you’re a monster. You’re not a monster to me, to your sister, to the people you love and care about.”

“I’m not a good man.”

“You’re not an entirely bad one either. I guess you’re just going to have to accept that I’m not perfect either. We don’t live in a perfect world. Neither of us do. I’m not going anywhere, Saint. I’m not going to run. I’m staying right here, where I should have been years ago but was too afraid to stay.”

“You’re going to take a chance?”

“Yeah, will you take a chance on me?”

“You’re not getting rid of me.”

She smiled. “Great, now, erm, what do I do about this plug? It’s kind of in the way.”

“I’ve got a lot more plans for your pussy before I take that out of your ass.”

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