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As much as I wanted to be capable of doing exactly what he did, I knew I wasn’t there yet. Besides, watching him snap someone’s neck as easily as lighting a cigarette made me dizzy with desire for him. And when he stabbed someone I could barely see straight until we’d made a successful getaway, and he’d trace a blade across my skin, making me come. I’d received more scars from acts of lovemaking than I had from my whole childhood, and I wasn’t even eighteen yet.
So wrong and yet so hot. Phew.
