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Look at me. – I shake my head.
I sort of don't want to.
Why? – he whispers again, and I know in his tone that he's being honest.
Because.
Because why, Madison?
Because you steal some of my soul every time you do that thing with your eyes.

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– Do you trust me?
– No.
– You're smart.
– Debatable, considering my current circumstances.

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Bishop, Brantley, Eli, Cash, and Saint were semi surrounding me in a circle. All dressed accordingly. You know, with no shirts and various colors of jeans. Some worn, some not so worn, som-
„Madison!” Bishop snapped.
I brought my eyes to him where they were squinted. „What!”
„Watch those eyes.”

Amo Jones: Tacet a Mortuis Whispers from the Dead

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„Am I supposed to tell you those three little words in order for you to feel more secure? Mads? Fuck no!” His fists came up to either side of my head, caging me in. His head tilted, his eyes searching my face.
„Do you know how many pieces of shit people tell their partner that they love them but go and do some shady shit behind their back? Do you wanna know what I think of the word love, Kitty? I think it's bullshit. The word is bullshit, the meaning behind why people say it is bullshit.” His hips pressed forward, his jean-covered cock grinding against my bare pussy. My eyes drifted closed. I felt the tip of his nose near my earlobe.
„It's all a fucking fantasy. Putting words to that feeling doesn't mean shit. I don't need words to tell me what the fuck!” he paused, then bit down on my neck. His hands clamped around my upper thighs, hiking me up. I wrapped them around his waist and he slammed me against the wall again, the shower pelting down on us.
„I feel.”

Amo Jones: Tacet a Mortuis Whispers from the Dead

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I was Madison fucking Montgomery, and Bishop Vincent mother-fucking Hayes was mine.

Amo Jones: Tacet a Mortuis Whispers from the Dead

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I feel something for you, Madison. Something I've never felt for anyone ever. But love isn't a strong enough word to even come close to what the fuck I feel for you.

Amo Jones: Tacet a Mortuis Whispers from the Dead

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„Why do you like breaking me?”
He smirks slightly, just enough that I see his dimple on the side of his cheek. „Because it gets my dick hard to put you back together.”
His response doesn't surprise me, not in the slightest.
„But,” I add, stepping forward, „you never put me back together properly. You steal parts of me, so when you do put me back, I'm all crooked, cracked, and still visibly broken.”
His smiles pauses briefly, not enough for me to really catch any meaning behind it. He turns to face me, his eyes locking onto mine.
„Because being broken is how you're going to survive this life, Madison.”

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„Bishop!” I yell. „Put me the fuck down!”
„Ah, see… you put a 'fuck' in there. You must be mad.”
He slaps my ass cheek, the sting vibrating over my skin. „Calm yourself, woman!”

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Fucker made me cry, but I probably asked for it. When you fall for the devil, make sure you don't land facedown with his horns stabbed through your heart.

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„Well…” Nate begins, standing from the bed and walking toward me. „When it comes to real shit, I mean shit he cares about – which is pretty much nothing, aside from you – you're safe. I can vouch for that, Kitty.” He pulls some loose strands out from under my shirt. „He won't hurt you.”
„Promise?” I ask, looking into his eyes.
Nate nods. „I promise.”