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“No safe words, no limits. You do not tell me no,” I said, speaking every word as clearly as possible, so there was no way she might misunderstand me.
dying before ever properly living was probably my greatest fear.
His voice may have stopped me in my tracks, but his face ripped all the air from my lungs. Hard, masculine lines shaped his cheekbones, nose, and brow. I couldn’t tell his eye color from here but they were severe, piercing under straight, dark eyebrows. His jaw gave his face an almost regal bearing.
A magnetism radiated off him, pushing me away and pulling me close simultaneously. Drawing me like a moth to a flame. Making me want to run like prey from a predator.
I had to have her. The conclusion sat so comfortably, it was like slotting the last piece into a puzzle.
Who was I? Her worst nightmare and her deepest desire. From this day forward, she’d never forget my face. “A ghost.”
An hour was gone before I knew it. Then two. My promise of just one more chapter turned into five as I devoured page after page of a romance story so dark it had me questioning my own morals.
I tore through the second half of the book and for a while thought of nothing else but the story. The characters. Their problems instead of mine.
but even if he left the front door open and dismissed his guards and turned off the cameras… I wasn’t sure I’d leave. That had to be the most terrifying thought of all. That I might like being a monster’s captive.
Ruarc and I weren’t wrong. Whatever fucked up thing we were, we weren’t that, because if we were, then I didn’t want to be right.
I was crying because instead of grieving the dead man in my arms, I grieved the loss of the one who killed him.
The suffused moonlight filtering in from the gauzy curtains was just enough for me to make out the lines of her body under the covers, slowly rising and falling with her breath.
She pushed at my head, but I hooked an arm around her thigh, locking her to me as I kept up my assault with my fingers and tongue.
Her voice was sleepy and full of lust and I could not fucking deny her. Even if I wanted to.
“Fuck,” I hissed, my body responding in a way that shocked me to my fucking core. The primal need to plant my seed, to breed her, to claim her in a way that couldn’t be undone had me seeing stars.
Eventually she would see, all nightmares ended with bright mornings, and they faded just as quickly.
Was my little lamb any better than an illicit drug? My body ached for her as if in withdrawal.
Emily didn’t make me weak. She wouldn’t be my end. She made me strong. She would be my new beginning. My salvation. The light in my darkness. The thread of purity woven into my ugliness.
“Oh my god, Emily,” I said in a breathy groan, ready to worship at the chapel of her perfect pussy for the rest of my goddamned life.
