Kisser of Death
-- EXCERPT: My hell. Not everyone has the same definition of hell. Mine is different. My hell exists every day. It’s things I desperately want but can never have. Harvey’s smile. His attention, his love, his body. And this. Bikes. The wind. The sun. The freedom. The speed. The power. The thought of being so close to death. There’s nothing more thrilling than being so close to death. It’s exhilarating. “Gemma?” I gulp when he traces his fingers over my throat. I can’t tell him to stop because I don’t want him to. This morning he was ignoring me. And now he brought me to hell. But I like it here. It’s hell because I’ll get a dose of fun, of high, of happiness. And I won’t ever have the chance to do it again. Because I promised. And even I can’t break a promise more than once.
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