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For the first time, he presses his lips against mine with gentleness. His tongue tasting and exploring.
Why do our bodies fit together so perfectly when everything else about us is completely opposite?
“You’re mine, Aida,” Callum growls in my ear. “I’ll kill anyone who tries to touch you.”
That’s what I admire about her. She’s wild and she’s fierce.
“I’ll be contacting your father about this,” he hisses. “Don’t bother,” I tell him. “Unlike your son, I speak for myself.”
“If you EVER talk to my wife like that again, I’ll empty that clip in your chest.”
Oh my god I want to be fucked. I want it so bad I feel like I could be willing to die after, if I could only get what I need for five straight minutes.
Blast off. We’ve left the planet, ladies and gentlemen, it’s pure flaming stars up here. I’m floating, flying, zooming at a million miles away, experiencing a kind of pleasure that I’ve never even imagined before. Hard, fast, endless.
Aida attracts me in a way I can’t understand. It’s as if every one of her features was formed with some kind of secret code designed to burrow into my brain. The long, almond shape of her smoky, gray eyes. The insane curves of her body. Her smooth, cedar-colored skin. The way her teeth flash at me when she grins. The way she bites the edge of her bottom lip when she’s aroused, or trying not to laugh. Isn’t that the same thing with her? She loves passion of any kind. She loves to be angry, stubborn, joyful, or mischievous.
She’s glowing like a bronzed goddess in the watery light coming in through the shutters. She doesn’t notice or care that she’s completely naked.
“You don’t know what it’s like to always be the smallest dog in the fight. I have to attack first, and hardest. I never had much softness in me. I never have, and I never could.”
I can’t imagine her soft. It would ruin everything about her.
Real power isn’t working the system. It’s running the system. Building it yourself, even.”
“I’ll protect her,” I promise him.
Whenever anybody tells me what I can’t do, it makes me about a hundred times more determined.
He said we were soulmates, but to me he was just another guy—sometimes fun, sometimes good in bed, but barely a boyfriend let alone a best friend or soulmate.
“There’s only one name you should be afraid of in this city. Whatever Zajac does to you, I’ll do ten times worse. If he shoots you in the face, I’ll drag your screaming soul back from hell just to kill you again.”
Opposites have a kind of symmetry. Fire and ice. Stern and playful. Impulsive and restrained. In a way, they belong together.
I’ve heard that being stabbed is more painful than being shot. Having recently been grazed in the arm by my loving wife, I can definitely attest that having a knife slowly, torturously burrowed into your guts is about a hundred times worse.
“You’re incredible,” I tell her. “Also, completely insane.
“I’ll always find you, Aida.”
Part of me wants to disobey him. The other part wants to see what will happen if I play along.
He captures all my emotions: resentment. Jealousy. Rebelliousness. Desire. Temper. Curiosity. Playfulness. And even respect. He bundles it all together in one package. The result is absolutely irresistible. It captivates me entirely.
I can’t believe it. I think I’m falling in love.
Trust is rarer than love. It’s putting your fate, your happiness, your life in someone’s hands. Hoping they keep it safe.
“Here’s what you have to understand, Aida,” he says, his voice low and crooning. “I can’t make you be mine. But I can stop you from belonging to anyone else.”
I kiss her like I’ll never let her go. Because I won’t. Not ever.
I didn’t think Cal would find me. I didn’t think anyone would.
I love this woman. The day she set my house on fire was the luckiest day of my life. It truly is the luck of the Irish: perverse. Inexplicable. And utterly fantastic.
“I love you,” she says. “Did I tell you that yet?” “No,” I grin. “Tell me again.”
