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My cage must look so pretty to others on the outside, all gilded and shiny. Make no mistake, though, bars are bars.
“It means, if a teacher is looking at you the way I am, you should definitely report them.”
Asshole Fiancé: Outside. Hurry up or I’ll leave you. And they say chivalry is dead.
A good guy would walk her to her dorm and make sure she got there safely. Too bad there isn’t a good guy around.
That little fire in her is already smoldering, let’s see if I can get her to let loose enough to burn Salem to the fucking ground tonight.
Before I know it, I’m pulling up to my favorite look-out point. I’ve actually never brought anyone here before. It’s just been my place, to come and escape from the world for a little while. Something told me she’d be able to appreciate it just as much, though.
“You. I want you, Skyla. I’ll do whatever it takes. I’ll beg and plead, I’ll lay at your feet and kneel before you every day. Whatever you need, whatever you want, it’s yours. I would stop the earth on its axis for you.”
I’m not going to stand here and let you talk about my girl like that.” “Your girl?” I scoff. “That’s right. My. Fucking. Girl,” he doubles down, the lethality in his tone is so unlike him it makes my head spin.
Or it could be something deeper, more poetic, like my soul recognizing hers and demanding I claim her.
“Sit on my face,” I smile, as I attempt to pull her down to me. “No way, I’ll crush you!” “If I die, I die. Ronan, you’ll make sure to tell everyone I died a legend at my funeral, right?” “You got it,” he chuckles.
“Don’t you know the line between hatred and obsession is extremely thin?”
Pain and pleasure, blending together in an addictive combination that will intertwine our souls for all eternity.
“They know about us, I take it?” Vincent asks, as he pulls back just an inch from my face. “Yeah, we know. Welcome to the club. We’re gonna get t-shirts,” Liam yawns.
“My fiancée is off-limits. If you look at her, I’ll gouge your fucking eyes out. If you talk to her, I’ll cut out your tongue. And if you touch her,” I say, allowing a feral growl to rip through my chest as I chuckle. “I’ll fucking kill you,”
“You’re right to never let them see you cry. I’m not them, though.” “No, you’re worse,” she says hollowly, her voice slightly rasping like she’s doing her best to choke back more tears. “You got that right,” I agree. “But I’ll never take your moment of weakness and turn it against you like they would.” Her brows furrow as she looks up at me. “Why?” “Because you didn’t to me.”
His eyes stay on mine the entire time he speaks to the guys. No matter how much I want to look away, I can’t because there are three golden flecks in his left eye that I’ve never noticed until now. How have I not noticed them before?
He savagely chews the apple, and when he took a bite some of the juices got onto his lips and chin. In a move I can only describe as witchcraft, his tongue flicks out licking his lips and upper chin clean.
“FINE! You want me to admit that I have feelings for you? That I’ve fallen so fucking hard for you and I don’t know how to get up? You want me to sit here, and tell you how I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you from the moment I met you? How you have always occupied a majority of my headspace, but now…” he takes a long pause as he laughs hollowly. “Now, I’m absolutely FUCKED. There is no room for anything except you. Skyla Parris, is practically inked into my DNA, there forever, and I can’t have her,”
