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For those of you who came here after the B&B ice cream and just read the L&L triggers and thought, “She’s not really serious about the pizza … right …?”This one’s for you.
“If I ripped that tape off your mouth, you’d probably tell me you’re oh-so-very-sorry about fucking Savannah in our bed while I was away, wouldn’t you?”
Just like in nature, the prettiest things are often the most poisonous.
Never. Again. It might not make for a pretty vow, but I do my best to make the execution of my promise fucking spectacular.
“Atmosphere is so important in these moments, don’t you think?” I ask as I bring up “Firework” by Katy Perry and turn it up to full volume.
There’s power in finding secrets and blowing them up in a beautiful, bright light.
Lark Montague is beautiful. And I have to stop staring like a feckin’ creep.
My hands would look so good on her perfect skin.
Lark Montague crawls right into my brain and injects unexpected, wild fantasies into my thoughts every time she opens her feckin’ mouth.
“You look beautiful,” he whispers, his attention fixed to my lips.
“Geallaim duit a bheith i mo fhear céile dílis duit, fad a mhairimid le chéile,”
He kisses me like I’m exactly what I am. His key to survival.
“Are you a serial killer?”
A heartbeat later, a vibrant smile erupts on her face. “I’m more like a multiple deleter.”
Eyes molten with a dare, she gives me a sardonic smile. “Kane. Lark feckin’ Kane.”
“And I know there’s more going on than what we discussed today. But my word is worth my life. I made a vow to Lark. I will protect my wife.”
“Lark never took the Covaci name,” Ethel says, her voice low and quiet. “She always said she would never leave that piece of her dad, Sam, behind. But she did it. For you.” I can feel Lachlan watching me in the rearview. But I can’t bear to meet his gaze. “Your wife just broke her family’s heart,” Ethel says. “And she did it to save your life.”
“The way I acted, the way I took my shitty attitude out on you, putting you in the trunk … it wasn’t right. I’m sorry, Lark. I know what I did was … it was cruel. I wish I could take it back. I wish I could take a lot of things back. But I can’t. I can only tell you I’m sorry, and I’m not going to ask you to forgive me.”
“I’m not going to ask you to forgive me because I want to earn it.”
“You do realize I’m not going to be dickmatized into Lachlan Kane’s accelerated apology plan, right?”
“I’ll put that in my notes,” he says. “‘Do not dickmatize Lark into forgiveness.’”
But Lachlan looks at me as though I’m beautiful. Like he can’t bear to look away.
“Her name was Lark Montague.” The gun clicks as I release the safety. “And she is my wife.”
“You brought me glitter,” she says, shaking the jar. I shrug and try to look nonchalant, but I can feel my cheeks heat with a shy blush.
She doesn’t tremble. Doesn’t waver. There’s no fear in her voice when she says, “Enjoy hell, Dr. Campbell. Tell the devil that the Kanes send their regards.”
HELL FUCKING YEAH 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼
With one finger still pressed to the lock, I reach toward the dial and turn it up until it’s nearly deafening. The look of pure mortification on Lachlan’s face is delectable. “Fuck fuck fuck.”
I nod, Lachlan’s hand still clamped across my mouth. “That’s my girl.”
Fear and desire. They war in my veins.
Just one kiss. I want more than a phantom. More than my imagination. I want him.
She’s fierce and unique and surprising and so goddamn gorgeous it sometimes feels like my heart is trapped in a vise when I just look at her.
My mind immediately empties of rational thoughts and refills with vivid images. “Take me in the back …”
“What? Nothing to be ashamed about, liking a bit of butt stuff,” Lark chimes as we walk toward Amigos Cantina, dipping down an alley to our left toward a metal stage door. “Anal is great. I like anal. This one time, I was on the road touring, and—”
I lean in slowly, every heartbeat driving me closer until I can feel the heat of her unsteady exhalations against my cooling skin. “I am not ashamed, duchess.”
Lark holds my gaze and issues a dare when she whispers, “Are you sure?”
Consuming the little space that remains between us, I press my hips forward and thread one hand into her hair. Lark’s breath hitches when she feels my hard length against her stomach, my need for her painful, my cock begging to sink into her tight heat. “I cannot bear to hear about the way some other g...
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“Oh, and don’t you dare open that present until I give you the bat signal or I swear to God, I will make your balls into snow globes. Okay, bye.”
I’m caught in the current of Lark and her music. I take it all in: the way she pours herself into every note with her eyes closed.
“I want to dedicate this to someone in the audience,” Lark says as her eyes find mine. She smiles, and things I thought I’d never feel, never let myself feel, rise from the darkness. “It’s called ‘Ruinous Love.’”
But when I look at Lark, a woman who is so brave, so fierce, so beautifully complex, the only thing I crave is her.
“Baby, would you burn down the world for me? Cause I’d burn it down for you.”
Ruinous love’s all I know how to do I’m not scared of damnation, I’m just new to this desire
I do believe the best things come out of the fire...
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You’ve been forgiven, got my permission to carry on sinning You’ve been forgiven, got my permission to carry on sinning …
I never wanted to be in love, afraid of the decimating power of its loss. So I buried it. Starved it. Tried my best to keep it out. But Lark has blasted through every defense, a supernova in my life.
And now as she sings about pain and longing and the fire that I now know burns us both, I can’t ...
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She’s given me control to a toy she must be wearing. And she wants me to watch her come on that feckin’ stage.
One more and her head drops. The orgasm must be within reach, but I want her eyes on me. I need them.
I want her begging for my cock, to feel the fluttering desperation of her fingers as she fumbles with my belt to free my erection.
I need to see my cum dripping down her thighs so everyone here will know. She is my wife. Mine.
“I was pacing in the dressing room, duchess. I was waiting for you so I could give you the keys to drive us home and then fuck you until you can’t walk tomorrow.”
