Page 11 of Preyless
PetalstoFangs
Got in a relationship with the wrong kind of man. I haven’t known peace since.
PreyForUs
Are you still with said man?
PetalstoFangs
I am not.
PreyForUs
Good. I’m not afraid of getting my hands dirty.
That made me smile as I typed up my next message.
It almost felt protective.
I liked it.
Even if it was from a stranger who could do absolutely nothing about it.
PetalstoFangs
Oh, yeah? What does that mean?
PreyForUs
Ah, ah, darlin’. We may be on a kink app, but the FBI still have their ways. I’ll keep that one to myself for now.
I blinked.
That shouldn’t have been hot. But it absolutely was.
PetalstoFangs
Alright. I showed you mine. Your turn.
Dear God, don’t send me a dick pic yet. I’m exhausted and will bite it off.
I needed sex, sure, but I was a lady, after all.
PreyForUs
Feisty. Wasn’t on the agenda, though.
What do you want to know? We’re an open book, pretty girl.
My eyebrows scrunched together at his usage of the wordwe’re, and I quickly clicked on his profile to read more about the man I was talking to.
Or…men, I realized.
I could have face-palmed then and there. That would have explained why their username had the wordusin it, too.
Fuckingduh.
I really needed to sleep for another twenty-four hours.
