“I memorized the maze of intricate blue veins beneath his skin. His dark pubic hair was coarse, but not completely unruly, like… — Whitney Bianca Trimmed Copy Share Image
“He was a murderer and a rapist. He was crazy and unstable and wanted to possess me, body and soul, but when… — Whitney Bianca Love Copy Share Image
“Elliot, the man I hated with all of my heart, kissed me like he loved me with all of his.” — Whitney Bianca Copy Share Image
“Daisy,” he said. I didn't respond. His hand found my bare thigh in the darkness. “I'm going to hurt you, baby.” — Whitney Bianca Darkness Copy Share Image
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