Sina was scared, and I loved every single second of it.
I lay back in my bed, drew my fingers over the sharp edge of a knife, and listened through the thick walls to Pretty Bird pacing back and forth in her bedroom. She hadn’t been able to stop for the past few hours, and it was nearing one in the morning.
Heat rushed through my body at the memory of her tonight, the way her body had trembled when I carved the letters CP into her chest to brand her. I loved when her heart was pounding, her blood pumping harshly through her veins and arteries, pooling against her cheeks and crawling down her neck, making her entire body flush pink.
CPShe might’ve had a diary full of fantasies about us, but I had a mind full of f****d up thoughts about what I’d f*****g love to do to her and that filthy mo
