Love is sacrifice

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A blush creeps into her cheeks as she tears her gaze away from me. “Sorry for staring.”

Izzy doesn’t need to apologize. And she certainly doesn’t need to be shy. She’s allowed to stare at whatever the hell she wants to whenever the fuck she feels like it. I may be ashamed of some scars on my body, but never the ones I earned protecting her.

Those are an honor.

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(Yet Another) Reader’s Choice

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You go through life expecting paper cuts. You go through life learning from knife wounds. You go through life surviving the rest.

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A little rough

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A sharp jolt of pain shoots through my chest. I cough and pant and whimper all at once. My left arm is burning so fucking bad. My hand tingles and goes numb.

He slips a finger under the waistband of my panties and slowly travels north, making me tense in anticipation. Twisting the lace around his fist, he yanks them aside so damn hard my feet come off the ground. The tip of his dick is inside before I’ve even regained my balance. There’s no warning. He impales me into the trunk a second later.

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