Taken by Touch and Torment (Eternal Obsession, #2)

by Maggie Sunseri

Having my entire reality and sense of self obliterated, my heart broken, and my body damned to slavery was more than enough to give me a free pass for general bitchiness, right?

you’re way too close with each other. You’re like a weird fanatical cult.” I lifted a brow at her. “Don’t you belong to a coven,

It was just like Uriah to flirt by offering to fight a woman. Therapeutically.

“I told myself that I was the puppet master, that I was the only one truly in control.” I cringed hard as I spoke my next words. “I had the thought that they were merely side characters in my story.” Rosalind laughed, delight lifting her features. “That’s fucking gooood.”

“You don’t think I’m a raging narcissist?” Rosalind lifted a brow, waving her hands dismissively. “Pshhh. These men get to treat everyone like pawns in their game and they’re applauded for being strong leaders, but we do it, and we’re scorned as evil bitches.” She rolled her neck. “They can call us whatever they want. They’re still the ones on their knees.”

Um, rude. I might’ve been traumatized to hell and back, but I hadn’t realized I’d been coming off as stupid.

Who knew born psychopaths could be secret romantics? The cognitive dissonance here was strong.

“How can you own something you didn’t earn?” Baby’s first pseudo-intellectual philosophical question.

I could already hear the din of conflict in the distance, flares of magick shooting up into the sky between tall buildings. It looked like the ceasefire was going well.

my soul has been in love with yours since we were nothing but flecks of stardust.

“Ugh! I hate this stupid book and I’m never reading again!” She was breathing rapidly, her face moving from anger to regret. “Oh, hell. I shouldn’t have thrown that.” She bent down and picked up the book from the grass and dusted it off, mumbling an apology to the inanimate object.

“Hello again, Trouble,” he said with a wink. Then, his eyes widened. “That was a wink of friendship,” he said quickly. “Don’t tell Rune.”

“Leave shame and secrecy out of it. It’s just sex. We all have it.” Snow raised a hand to her mouth. “Oh, sorry, Uriah. Some of us have it.”

Bright side to committing an unplanned murder? I didn’t have to make small talk

Doll. Toy. Pawn. Spectacle. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Actually, I was a murderous, vengeful sex demon.

“Who wants to deliberate how we will torture and maim Lillian’s bastard son beyond recognition?” Brennan asked. “Women permitted,” he added. How progressive of him.

“You vile⁠—” I cut him off. “Whore? Slut? Cunt? Bitch?” My fists clenched, irritated by Brennan ruining my moment with his unwanted advances. I rolled my eyes. “Boring.”