Page 16 of Talk Dirty to Me


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My cheeks darken as I remember what the Devil's been inclined to think when hearing said two words. "I'm not doing it deliberately—-"

I know.

But as much as I find those words charming when you say them...

His voice trails off gradually, but its effect is instantaneous. I'm having a hard time breathing again, and my heart is also racing triple time because I know.

Of course I know what he's thinking—-

"Please, sir."

And I'm not opposed to begging.

"I'm sorry."

He doesn't say anything, and my stomach starts to cramp as the silence between us gnaws louder. Rays of sunlight have lazily streaked into my room through the windows, but fear has made me blind to its bright, golden rays. Hopelessness has blanketed my world with darkness, and when the silence becomes too much to bear, I hear myself blurting out my worst fear.

"Are you going to kill me?"

Do you think I'm capable of doing that?

"Yes."There's no point denying the obvious, and just hearing my own voice crack makes me feel all the more terrified.

Smart girl.

And let's not forget intriguing as well.

I'm already praying even before he's done speaking.

Dear God, if you heard me wish to 'un-intrigue' myself in the Devil's eyes...could You maybe just 'un-hear' that instead?

Which is why, instead of killing you—-

Oh, thank You, God, thank You.

Anything's better than getting killed.

I'll need you to do something for me instead.

Oh, crap.









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