Under Your Scars (Under Your Scars, #1)

by Ariel N. Anderson

“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.”

“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.”

“Hey, pipsqueak,” she murmurs, carefully squeezing Elena’s scratched up and lightly bleeding hand. “Don’t go all looney on me, you’ll get through this.”

“How am I supposed to know the way she wants to be loved?” Edwin smacks me, again, with the newspaper. “By listening. Something you’ve never been good at."

“Give me time. I’m not going anywhere. Let our love be simple and let it be complicated too. Let me see all of you, the parts of you that you keep hidden under your scars. Make me fall even more deeply in love with all the dark parts of you. The parts you think are unlovable. Then one day, ask me properly, and I’ll say yes.”