Dark Delights (Hellions of Hade Harbor #2)

by Mila Kane

“Don’t forget the rules I gave you…no going on dates, no kissing or fooling around with some new fuckboy who doesn’t know you’re off-limits.” “You’re crazier than I thought if you think I’m going to be celibate my first year of college. After all, the last action I had is something I’d rather forget. I need to replace it,”

I was a liar. I noticed Eve in all the ways. I couldn’t help it. I’d notice her in my sleep. But he had no idea what she’d done or everything that had happened between us.

No one saw me like she did, and I hated that about her. I wanted to strangle her. I wanted to drown her. I wanted to make my name the first thing she thought of in the morning and the last thing at night. I wanted to dominate her thoughts, like she dominated mine.

She was getting more and more used to my touch, and I was getting more and more addicted to touching her. I’d never thought I’d welcome the touch of anyone.

“Did you finish yourself off the other night, maybe in the bathroom?” “Excuse me?” she said, torn between being offended and turned on. “I asked if you dared to touch my property without my permission?” “Your property?” “Hmmm.” I rubbed a circle against the front of her panties. “While you live here with me, and while you owe me for fucking up my life, this cunt is mine. Actually…this whole body is mine.” “Yeah, right. Keep dreaming, Anderson…I’ll never be yours,” she breathed. I slipped a finger under the edge of the panties and swiped it through the sticky wetness coating her folds. “Oh, Cinderella, don’t you know? You already are…you always have been. I’ve been your first everything.”

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“What was that for?” I asked, my voice a rasp. “You’re the only man who’s ever kissed me…and you’re good at it. I told you I’ve only kissed bad guys.” Those words sent a kick of possessive satisfaction through me. The only man? Hell, yes. I liked that thought. I liked it a lot.

The billionaire’s son and the cleaner’s daughter. The Prince and his Cinderella. The lonely boy and the jealous girl. The thought that Eve could get pregnant with my kid didn’t scare me nearly enough; in fact, it was hot. My Tiny, swollen and full of me, bound to me irrevocably, mine…

Fuck, she looked good in my jersey. She looked right. It fit her, it suited her, and I never wanted to see any other woman wear it. It was Eve’s.

She wanted me, in all my dark, fucked up glory. The only person who’d seen every ugly part of me and wanted me anyway.

I probably shouldn’t have used about a week’s worth of energy fucking Eve through our mattress last night, but I couldn’t bring myself to regret it. I’d do it every single time.

“Get yourself off, or I will.” His fingers pressed on mine, sending my hand right back between my legs and holding it there. “Finish.” “You were awake?” “Of course I was awake. I was holding your damn tit, Eve. You think I could sleep through that?”

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“Will you come home with me?” “I don’t have a home, Eve. I’m tired of pretending I do.”

“You keep telling me that I belong to you…that my body is yours. Well, it works both ways. Your body is mine…and no one says that shit about my things. You’re perfect, just the way you are.”