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I wanted to see this. I wanted to remember this so that when it got tough out there, I could remind myself why I had to keep going. This was not the life for me.
When he spoke, his voice was dark, transformed, more a growl than actual voice. “Did he touch you?” I shook my head. “What the hell do you care?” “Don’t play games with me, little fox,” he said, closing his hand around my arm tightly. “Did. He. Touch you?”
“I want to tell you to watch your mouth, little fox,” he whispered. “But apparently, I like it dirty.” He leaned closer to me, never blinking those beautiful, stormy eyes. “I’ll ask you one more time—did he, or anyone in this town, touch you?”
“Because you’re mine, little fox. And nobody touches what’s mine. Do you understand that?”
“I’ve developed an overwhelming need to worship you no matter what I tell myself or what the world outside looks like. I’ve tried staying away—it was impossible. And I can’t even begin to tell you how dangerous that is for me…” Slowly, his beautiful lips stretched into a wicked grin. “And I couldn’t care less,” he whispered, like he was telling me the dirtiest secret of his life.
Unfortunately for me, I couldn’t care less, either. Not when he looked at me like his life was in my hands.
But it was my mistake. I wanted to make it. I wanted to get to the other side of it myself.
It felt natural—I belonged to him right now. Every ounce of pleasure I was feeling belonged to him. And he loved it.
That day, I was way too overwhelmed to suspect anything, but I should have. I should have asked myself one single question: how was he even awake?
“Absolutely sure?” he said, a small smile curling his lips. “Because when I take you, when I make you mine, you can never be anybody else’s for as long as you live. Do you understand me?”
With every new word he said, he cut me wide open. “I want to make you smile every day. I want to live for you.”
it hurt so much because that’s everything I wanted, too. I wanted his ring on my finger, and I wanted his last name, and I wanted to have fifty kids with him that would run around this garden making a mess all day long, and I wanted to live for him, too.
“It always seems impossible until it’s done,” he said. “A very wise man said that once. I happen to believe it is true.”
“You doubt,” Loula finished for me again. “That is what happens when nobody ever believes you,” Lirian said in a whisper, looking at her sisters. “You stop believing yourself, too,” Leanve said with a sad smile.
