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“Never lie. The truth hurts less than fibs and fakers.”
Don’t lie to me. The truth is the only path for us.”
“Do you speak any other language but English?” I shook my head.
I refuse to speak English for long periods. It’s a boring language.
Sometimes, I really hated having sensitive instincts—I sensed too much—painted
Who was this man? This conundrum, this enigma. A man so young, but so rich. A man who accepted women, who lived on his own with a galley of staff. A man who had more secrets than I ever did with Brax.
“Don’t stop living while you endure.
“What are you?”
refused to scream and cry when I found solitude and calm. Could he only get off on the sounds of distress?
“You’re a fucking bastard. You won’t get away with this.” Images of slicing his neck and throwing him into a roaring crematorium helped endure his touch.
“You don’t get it do you, esclave? Your permission turns me off. I need to take from you to feel something.
“Why didn’t you want me to know your name?”
He bucked again, grinding his teeth. “I hate you for making me break my vow.” His face twisted with self-loathing and black delight. “Qu’est ce que tu es en train de me faire?” What are you doing to me?
“You’re everything I’ve been looking for and you scare me shitless.
I laughed. Men. Glorious stupid, egotistical men. My man. Mine.
“Break your promise. Now. With me.”
“You must never ever let me break you so completely. I need your fire, your temper. Your unbreakable will.”
“I’ll try and give you what you want in return for two things.” He tugged a blonde strand, bringing me forward to plant a harsh kiss on my lips. “You only have to ask.” He murmured against my mouth, “I want you to work for me. I know you finished your exams. You’re qualified.”
“You’re the one, Q Mercer. You were always the one.” Q blushed.
My secrets are yours. And I will give you the corpses of the men who hurt you.”
Silence was my friend. Always had been. Probably always will be.
Secrets were hard to keep hidden from a silent, inquisitive eight-year-old. I saw the truth of what went on, and it made me sick to my stomach.
She was too much for a boy. She needed a man with a demon inside.
I didn’t think I’d ever find a female beast with contorted desires like mine.
He may be a monster, but he’s Tess’s monster.
