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Drop your feminism at the door. Haidyn Reeves is going to make you his good little dirty whore in every way.
So what am I afraid of if death isn’t it? I’m afraid of failing those that I love.
We’ve earned our place at their table. I’d rather starve.
Haidyn Jamison Reeves. It outlines his life in four words—killer, Carnage, Spade brother.
Kashton and Saint are the only people I can count on, and although I don’t remember how he found me practically dead, I know for a fact that I’d never leave them. Not willingly.
“I know what you can do.” I smirk. The poor thing asked. Her wide eyes go to mine. “W-what?” “Let me rip off your clothes.”
Men like Haidyn don’t make threats. They’re promises.
I thrive in the darkness. It’s where all monsters feel most at home.
From just the time I’ve spent here, I’d say the place is haunted. But if I were locked inside and tortured until they decided to let me die, I’d haunt the fuck out of the place too.
“Talk to me, doll face. What happened…who did this to you?”
I should have known she was a trap—something so beautiful can only be used as a weapon.
I want to know what it feels like for him to willingly want me before he turns my body against me. Because I know I’ll give this monster anything he wants.
I loved that she challenged me. Fuck, the terror in her eyes but the determination in her words was like pure fucking adrenaline.
For someone who has a cunt, she’s got balls. I like it. It’s refreshing.
“It’s not about jealousy, doll face. It’s about principle. You belong to me.”
I hate how much my body enjoys him. Just his presence makes me wet. His words make me weak, and his touch…fuck, my body craves it in the most delirious way.
My Lord will hate me. I thought I had accepted that years ago and only wanted power, but to feel protected, loved? Even if it was false, it fucked with my mind. It made me want that.
“If you think I’ve been denied a Lady, then why did you ask me about getting married this morning?” “Because everyone deserves someone.”
“He has nothing to say. Maybe you should have Devin wire his mouth shut,” Sin says as he joins us in the room. “Want to be a Spade brother?” Kash asks, looking over at him. “Seriously, I feel like we could adopt you.”
I’ll wash her and put her in my bed. Where she’ll stay. In my house. With me. Even if I have to do this to her every night, I will. I wasn’t lying when I said I’d either tie her to my bed every night or chain her up in my basement. Either way, she’s not leaving this house. No one is going to take her away from me.
I’ve never had something that was all mine. Men like me don’t get what they want. They get what the Lords want them to have. What have I done to deserve her? Abso-fucking-lutely nothing. But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to take advantage of the beautiful brunette who just took my last name.
“I want you to tell me things because you want me to know. Not because you think I’m going to use them against you,”
“Just know that it was real for me, and I hope that one day you can forgive me, beautiful.” She blinks, her nostrils flaring as she breathes deeply through them. My thumbs rub the tears away, but they’re falling too fast to keep up with them. “In a world where it’s either you or me…I’ll always choose you, doll face.”
“This isn’t how I wanted to tell you goodbye. But in our life, we rarely get what we want.” A soft smile tugs at his lips. “You were my exception.”
“I’m glad you’re okay, Haidyn, but if you ever leave me again, I will throw another knife at you, and I will kill you myself.” I chuckle and then flinch due to my soreness. “When I die, I want it to be by your hands, doll face.”
“Isabella wanted revenge. She was willing to put her in your life to make you pay for killing Trent.” He shrugs. “But I told her you refused, and she said she’d get another chance. The woman may be the antichrist, but she has the patience of a saint.”
In our world, we’re kept as secrets. You can’t talk about who we are or let anyone find out about the society. But Haidyn taught me to use my words. To say what I want and how I feel. I love who I am with him more than I ever loved who I was before he entered my life. Charlotte Reeves is who I was always meant to be.
As I look at the photos she’s framed and hung up of our family over the years, I see the life that I never knew was possible. I guess it doesn’t matter when I die. Charlotte gave me a life that I didn’t deserve, and even if I’m lucky enough to spend forever with her, it still wouldn’t be enough.
