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

by Maggie Sunseri

In this delirious, uncontrollable rapture, the only thought I had was him. Not the man whose name was carved into my flesh, but the man whose name was carved into my soul.

“It doesn’t matter,” I said. “I will do what’s right for them both, because there is no world without Scarlett. And Scarlett is in love with the world. I would sooner die than let anything she loves go up in flames.”

These men were the ones who were too fucking easy.

Rosalind and I would lift quadruple middle fingers as we made our grand escape.

Scarlett Hale, my soul has been in love with yours since we were nothing but flecks of stardust. I would sooner die than let you believe otherwise ever again.”

“Scarlett, my soul,”

I’m willing to go back to that tasteless shithole so I can see the look on Durian’s disgusting face when he realizes that the woman he tortured, brutalized, and assaulted—the woman he wrote off as nothing more than a stupid human pet—was the one who destroyed him and everything he has built.”

“You will never receive closure from other people. Closure is something that you give yourself.”

As Scarlett’s voice rose and fell, as multifaceted and complex as her dangerous mind, I saw that constellation of souls and life karma. I saw our etheric selves, intrinsically intertwined, with no hope of ever being free from each other.

“I love you, my soul,” he whispered against my lips. “I love you too, my darkness.”

Cardinal directions? Who the hell knows their cardinal directions at any given moment, Rune?

“This world was built by beautiful, deadly women, as much as we men would rather believe otherwise,” he called. “Give them hell, ladies.” I wanted

She was the eternal fire that refused to die. She was violent storms and summer rain, sex and yearning, the sweetest dessert and the most wicked dagger to the heart. And she was mine.