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César wasn’t really my brother, but he’d been around for as long as I had memories.
“I could never leave you Cecilia, but I need to go home and sit with the fact that you will someday,”
didn’t know you then, and I sure as hell don’t know you now Cecilia. The only thing I’m certain I ever knew about you was how to make you come.”
He removed his fingers and brought them to his lips before sucking them clean and said, “Maybe next time then,” before he winked my way.
Cecilia jumped with surprise, picking up the pen and signing the contract while Kane threw his head back in laughter at the reaction he earned.
I definitely thought she’d put up more of a fight..
“It shouldn’t have gone down like that. I didn’t think she’d sign. I never knew that girl to be anyone who would buckle or break under pressure. She wasn’t supposed to sign, she was supposed to fight me on it,” he said without looking back up at me.
few minutes they cleared out and we turned the corner down the hallway to the kennels, where Kane
“You won’t break me,” She spat the words out at me. “Stronger hijos de puta have not broken me; you think you can?”
die. I wasn’t a flower; I was the bronze fucking cow made in the shape of God in the heat of scorching fire. I was the statuette that mere mortals kneeled for reverence in hopes of a rainy day, and I was that same rain that bathed away their sins.
I had forgotten the queen that I had been molded to become, so I would have to thank Ronan for the reminder.
There was a sadness breaking me open, threatening the dam I had been building for the last thirty years to crumble and allow all of me to pour out through the cracks.
I was a fucking diamond when it came to my secrets.
“You’ve got a lot of spice to you sunshine. I’m not going to take pleasure in washing out some of your flavor.”
The one person I loved more than anything in this world created a chamber to echo my trauma and my losses.
I wanted to know everything about her, what created a woman like this? Out of what ashes did she emerge from that stoked the inextinguishable flame in her eyes? That look of revenge that could never be satiated, a bloodlust that couldn’t be fulfilled.
“I’m no one’s prize. I’m the curse that slowly drains the life of those who come too close,”
“I have fangs, and trust me, my venom is worse than my bite. Sir,”
Taking advantage of my temporary prison, I walked towards his bathroom and turned on the beautiful gold faucet in the clawfoot tub.
Thank God.. i was starting to worry there wouldn’t be any bathing involved.
The thought of being someone’s captive and receiving gifts I couldn’t really afford was a real fucking mind trip cherry on top of the stockholm sundae.
“Zerkos is just a heartbroken fucking idiot, and his pride is what gets in the way of you two, every time. That’s why you clash. But me? I’m doomed to never get to touch, or taste, or feel you. And to never have, is a greater curse than to have and to lose.”
She wasn’t just sunshine, she was the whole fucking Sun. So far, so unreachable, and when I thought I was close enough to touch, I would burn instead. She was all my sins coming back to haunt me, to push me over the edge so that I would lose control.
“There are two ways I can get you out of that kennel.” I told her, “You can either start telling us the truth…” I stopped for a bit, but she urged me on with a look that told me that option was completely out of the question for her. “Or you go out there and tell Berserk you’re mine.”
“She hasn’t been your girl for a long-time brother. And if she had been mine, and walked in here for me she wouldn’t be sitting in a box downstairs. That’s for damn sure,”
“Worst of all is the way you look at me. I-I don’t want anyone to want me the way you think you do, I hurt people who get too close to me.”
“Then hurt me too; I’d gladly suffer by your hand.”
“It’s me and you baby, you can pretend you hate me all you want but I can feel the truth spilling out from between your legs.”
An insufferable anguish. To want, and never have. To love, but never speak it. To hate yourself because of the thoughts intruding in your mind.
