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Eli King has been my damnation ever since I figured out what that word meant. My nemesis. The only man who’s immune to my charms. If anything, he disregards them with cold indifference. Like right now. His eyes exude a bottomless darkness, and their stormy gray color never rages or revolts. Never deviates from the coldness I faced the day he shattered my heart to pieces and stomped all over it. “Turn around and remove your distasteful presence from my sight, and I’ll pretend I didn’t hear your embarrassing confessions.”
Ouch the fuck people say hes never been mean to her
I hate that I know all these details about him. I wish I could be hit with amnesia so I can just forget him, his favorite drink, his wardrobe choices, and his entire malicious personality.
Careful what you wish for lol
“The real question is.” His smooth, deep voice touches my warm skin like a whip. “What have you done to owe me the displeasure, Ava?”
The god was never a god, after all. He’s more akin to a devil. Sinful, seductive, and destructive. Now, I understand why people who leave their religion have the most contempt for it.
“Is this the part where I get on my knees and beg?” “I’m afraid that won’t cut it.” “How about if I send flowers and a box of chocolates?” “Unoriginal. Try harder.” “If I cry into my pillow?” “Only if I get to witness it personally.” “So I have a shot. Fantastic.”
Ok purr
“You’re not my keeper.” “Let’s go with that if it makes you sleep better at night.” “What is that supposed to mean?” “Go home,”
“Breathe, Ava. Fuck, come on, beautiful. Breathe.” I actually stop panicking for a second because what…? What’s going on? He called me ‘beautiful’ and he’s touching me. Matter of fact, he’s been touching me since I woke up. Eli never touches me. The longer I stare at his eyes, the more my breathing slows. They’re different. But how…? Why…? “That’s it. Good girl.” My heart trips over itself and my breathing stutters. The machines beep louder and my world tilts on its axes. Did Eli just call me a good girl? The Eli King? Oh.
“He’s talking to you, Ava,” Eli says with a cruel tilt to his lips. “We got married two years ago, remember?”
“I’m high maintenance.” “Just the way I like it.” “I have extremely expensive tastes.” “Good thing I come from old money and I’m rich enough to outshine a few countries’ GDP.” “I’ll drive you crazy.” “Nothing new there.” “I don’t like you.” “That’s because you love me.” “In your damn dreams. I’m way out of your league.” “I can rope you back in if I choose to.”
I’m mourning a part of me that I thought meant something. Something I wanted to only give up for love
Again with the virgin FMC's im actually gonna google if she's written any non-virgin FMC's
he’s an emotionless prick who collects little girls' broken hearts in a jar and then sacrifices them to his demons. Don’t be a heart in a jar, Ava.”
“You will look at your face when you come on my fucking fingers. The ring you wear isn’t a decorative item, Mrs. King. You’re my wife. My property. Fucking mine. It’s time you properly start acting the part.”
Show them what you’re made of, Mrs. King.
“Who are you and what have you done to my cruel, unfeeling husband?” A small smile touches his lips. “Enjoy this version while you can.” “You mean before your evil twin enters the chat?” “Something like that.”
Ouch I kinda feel bad for Eli rn
Tin Man You look stunning. My wife is many infuriating things, but she’s undeniably beautiful.
“She must’ve been real. This is real.” “It’s all real, beautiful.” “You?” I touch his face as I blink away the blurriness. “Are you real or is this whole thing a hallucination?” “I’m always real.”
:’) what the fuck stop it rn
is Barbie still awake for a quick catch-up call from her favorite King?” “Seeing as she shares a house with her favorite King, the one she married, I don’t see where you come into the equation.”
Stan a funny king (pun intended)
In fact, my presence seems to upset her and trigger these episodes, which is why I limit my time in her presence and don’t touch her unless absolutely necessary.
Oh Eli :’(
As I watch her peaceful expression, I almost forget that I’m married to what’s societally known as a madwoman. Worse, she doesn’t even know it. And I’ll make sure it remains this way.
My fuckin heart aches for Eli rn
This is unfair. Why are men better in fiction?
“I want to mark you, Mrs. King.” He fists my hair and lifts me so my back is flush against his chest as his dark, lust-filled words roll into my ears. “I want to hurt you, bruise you, and own you so thoroughly, you’ll be ruined for all other men. I want to feel your pain, see my welts on your porcelain skin. I want to choke your throat, bite your lips and nipples, and leave my presence across your whole body before I pound into your tight cunt so ruthlessly, you’ll beg me to stop.”
“We shouldn’t do this. My husband would kill me if he found out.”
She’s a beautiful rose with mesmerizing energy that intoxicates the flies circling her, but like all roses, her stem is crowded with thorns. It’s me. I’m the thorns.
“Are you blind, too?” “No, I ain’t seen nothing. I ain’t seen nothing. Matter of fact, I’m blind in my left eye and forty-three percent blind in my right eye. I don’t see much of nothing. Matter of fact, I can’t even see you, sir.” “Are you quoting a meme? You damn traitor!”
Hehe fuckin remi
“You yelled at me. I didn’t like it.” “Won’t happen again.”
