A Dark Romance
It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.
When he finally released me, we were both panting.
"You love me," Francis said, locking eyes with me, each word deliberate as if willing it to be true. "You'll keep loving me. The drugs are irrelevant."
I could not help but laugh. "Francis, who are you kidding?"
Francis acted like he did not hear me. He just stood up and smoothed out his suit. "You're getting out tomorrow. Come stay at my place."
"That's not my home," I said.
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