Under Your Scars (Under Your Scars, #1)

by Ariel N. Anderson

“I am equal parts impressed and concerned that you wrote this.” -My Husband

“It means that I’m going to make you want me as bad as I want you. I’m going to make you fantasize about how it feels to have my fingers in your greedy little cunt. I’m going to make you beg for my tongue against your clit. I’m going to make you so wet and needy for me that you’ll do anything to get me to relieve that hot, achy feeling inside you. Once you admit you want me, that’s when I’ll show my appreciation. With every part of me. On every part of you.”

“It’s in case you ever need help,” he explains. I lift the chain to examine it. “The charm attached is a silent panic alarm. You turn it on by clicking it five times. You’ll feel it vibrate, and it will send me an alert with your exact location. If you press it, I’ll come. No matter what.”

“I don’t want to kill you, angel. I want to keep you all to myself. You’d better take off those rose-colored glasses and accept that the only place you belong is in my black heart.”

“They need to know what happens when they touch what’s mine, Elena. They’re going to convert religions, because they won’t be praying to God, they’ll be praying to me. Begging for my fucking mercy after I hunt them all down and show them the true meaning of fear.”

“If you’re so concerned about my humanity, Elena, then reach into my soul and find it, because I’m not sure I have any left.”

Eight. I’ve given him eight souls since September sixth. It should have only been one. It should have only been me.

“Mr. Reeves thinks you’re pretty too, ‘cause he won’t stop looking at you.”

“Ellie, if you don’t think I’m going to spoil you rotten you are sorely mistaken.”

It’s a shame I’m already destined for Hell, because it’s not where angels belong. But I’m not going anywhere without her.