More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
“Hey now, don’t take her all for yourself,” Dylan says as he steps right next to me. “Let us have some fun too.” Felix’s lips only tear away from mine to glare up at Dylan, and oh boy, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him this enraged. “Don’t interrupt my meal.”
Use me, corrupt me, ruin me beyond repair.
“Our. Little. Slut,”
She tastes like heaven and hell at the same time, a toxic mix I can’t get enough of, and if I could, I’d fuck her all over right here in this car.
But then he grabs my face and smashes his lips on mine. It’s not a sweet or gentle kiss, but an unholy one, full of unspoken desires. An all-consuming kiss that makes my toes curl and my knees buckle.
Felix steps closer. “Penelope, I will not allow you to chase your sister into the fucking grave. Do you hear me?” “I’ll cut you if you touch me,” I growl. His jaw tightens. “Give me a thousand cuts, and I would still hold you.”
It shouldn’t feel this fucking nice to punish the one girl I want to fuck so badly it almost hurts.
“You … I always thought I could never fall for anyone ever again after Eve. Until you came along and consumed my world. And you’re so much more than she ever was to me. I’ve taken a bullet for you. I’ve killed for you. And I would kill a million more men if it means you’ll absolve me of the pain I’ve caused you.”
“She’s worth it.”
“Use me like I used you.”
He eagerly goes to work, sliding it off my thighs with care as though he doesn’t want to damage the expensive goods. Like I’m priceless. And that … that’s power.
“You all called me your slut …” I say, tilting my head as they writhe in their binds. “But now I’ve turned you all into mine.”
She looks like a goddess, even in her oversized shirt she borrowed from Felix. To me she’s never been anything other than something I desire. Something I crave so badly I would sacrifice my life for.
“Then you’ll be fucking ours, and we’ll be fucking yours,” he groans, pounding into me again so hard my whole body shakes. “Until your last”—thrust—“dying”—thrust—“breath.”
“Because I fucking love every inch of your fucked-up soul.”
A perfect quartet of madness.
