Darkest Sins (Perfectly Imperfect, #9)
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Read between April 27 - April 29, 2025
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“Long time no see, tiger cub.” The deep, raspy voice washes over me. Hearing it is like being swaddled by a thick fluffy blanket. I’m safe and secure, in a place where no one can do me harm.
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“I missed you, too, cub,” he whispers, raising a big black gun, fitted with a suppressor. “Do not move.” My breathing stops. The muffled gunshot wheezes through the air.
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“Excitement, while I wait for your arrival. Happiness, when you finally decide to show up. And sadness, every time you leave. I feel joy when I stumble upon the little gifts you leave for me, when I find them around my place.”
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“Warmth and serenity when we sit next to each other on my roof, doing nothing but staring into the night. Contentment and acceptance because you see me as I am.” My fingers tunnel through his hair, slowly gliding among the long strands. “You. I feel you. With every fiber of my being, demon.”
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Grabbing her around the waist, I roll us until I’m lying on top of her. “I don’t care how much better than me the motherfucker is, or if he’s more worthy of you. I will fucking gut any man who comes within fifteen feet of what is mine.” “Good.” Her mouth ascends, pressing to my lips. “Because there is no one better than you. Not for me.”
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“You were.” The husky timbre of his voice reverberates through me, all the way to my bones. “But only about your use of past tense. Not only do I still love you. I fucking live for you, tiger cub.” My breath hitches. I wrap my arms around him, holding him tight. “Every breath,” he continues. “Every heartbeat. Every drop of my blood is yours. It has all been yours from the moment we met all those years ago. If you want it, I’ll carve my fucking heart out and lay it at your feet. It’s yours, and always will be.”
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“I love you so fucking much,” I rasp as I marvel at the sensation of having her body shiver in my arms while her pussy spasms around my length. A low moan leaves her lips, and then she shatters in my embrace. “I love you too, demon.” Her voice is hoarse. “Good,” I growl and crash my mouth to hers. “Because we’re moving to the bed now.”