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There’s something about ruining a good boy that does shit to me.
“You’re a fucking nightmare,” he mutters, his throat working beneath my fingers. “Your nightmare.” “I hate you.” “I don’t.” “You’re fucking crazy.” “About you,” I whisper against his lips and claim them with a guttural moan.
“You look perfect marked by me. My own piece of fucking art.”
“Is there a way I can get rid of you?” I ask, my shoulders hunching. “If I die, maybe. Scratch that, I’ll haunt the fuck out of you until you join me, my Prince Charming. Then we can have a fuck fest in ghost land.”
“I’m going to fucking ruin you as badly as you’ve ruined me, my lotus flower. I’ll get so far beneath your skin, you’ll never fucking get rid of me.”
I can take anything as long as I have him. Because Nikolai is the only one who kisses the pain out of me, even if temporarily.
Not to be a stalker, but I kind of ended up at the grocery store Bran frequents. What? It’s his fault that I miss him as soon as we’re apart.
“Tell me something in Russian.” I cup his chin and stare deep into those eyes that have become my undoing as I say the words Grandpa said Russians take seriously and literally. “Ya nee ma goo bees tee byah zhit.”
I’m completely and irrevocably in trouble because of Brandon King.
Seems that Bran runs way deeper than I thought, but as he hangs on to me as if I’m his only anchor, I know that I’ll never let him go. Not even if I burn with him. For him. In him. I’d willingly catch fire if he so much as asked me to.
“You better not let anyone else touch you or I swear to fuck my murder threats will become reality.”
How dare he be so unaffected when I’ve barely been able to breathe properly since he’s been gone?
“Absolutely, and, baby?” He kisses the top of my head and his next words nearly give me a heart attack. “Even if you hate yourself, I’ll love you for the both of us.”
I don’t believe in justice. I believe in fucking vengeance. And this woman signed her death warrant the moment she touched my Bran.
I’m a shell without you, Bran.” He drags my hand to him and slams it against his chest. “This thing only beats for you and because of you. I used to live an aimless life where adrenaline was my god, but you came along and tamed my demons. You balance me. You complete me. You’re fucking in me. So seeing you bleeding out on the floor was no different than watching myself die.
