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“It turns me on when you're armed with something sharp.'

'There's something so entirely wrong with you.'

He came around to my front. 'But you like what's wrong with me.'

'There is something wrong with me, too,' I looked up at him. 'Because I do.'

'I know.' He touched my cheek. 'I've always known you like that I enjoy when you make me bleed.”