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44 pages, ebook
First published August 9, 2023
“We were born within 2 days of each other,” he said. “That made things kind of fucking awkward for our asshole father, since our mothers didn’t know until they met in the hallway of the fucking hospital.”.

“And what about you?” I couldn’t help asking, although my breath felt squeezed from my chest. “Are you a violent, lawless, mean asshole?”
He crossed his arms, and I couldn’t help uncomfortably noticing how big they were.
Yeah, Laoise,” he said. “I am.”.

“I’ve had various girlfriends over the years, but none at the moment. One of my neighbors lets me fuck his wife occasionally.”.

The goddamn car didn’t start. I tried again and again, turning the key with increasing desperation.
I felt horror crawl all over my skin.
This couldn’t be happening.
My throat filling with panic, I looked up and in my rearview mirror, and saw Torin standing on the front porch..

“It means I was either going to grab you or go over the edge with you, Laoise. It means I was either going to save you or break my goddam neck trying. That’s what it fucking means.”.

“Why are you doing this?” I cried. “You don’t even know me.”
“I do know you,” he said. “As soon as I saw you I knew you. I’m cold and hard and dark. I want you. I want warm and soft and light.”.

I gasped. “I punched you in the nose and you still want to touch me?”
Torin cocked his head slightly, the blood still a smear across his chin.
“You can do whatever you want to me, Laoise. I’ll still want this.”.

I knew goddamn exactly where that hunting knife was now, and I turned and grabbed it, stabbing him in the arm, ripping the blade down his flesh.

I felt the blood from where I had cut him drip on my back and ass, each droplet a reminder of his obsession..

“A wound from you is like a kiss from anyone else,” he said, and I knew I was trapped..

I couldn’t fucking go back. I couldn’t go back to boring everyday sex with nice men I met at the library. I wanted obsession. I wanted danger. I wanted Torin..

I didn’t even see your name. All I saw was your face and then I knew you were mine and you were out there somewhere.

As I looked up at him again, I saw him raise the arm where I had stabbed him, and he tore open the wound that hadn’t even begun to heal, ripping and shredding savagely at himself. “I can’t bear that I hurt you,” he growled painfully, his breath loud and ragged in my ear..

And I knew that as much as I was home for him, he was home for me, too.
