The Devil's Vice (The Dark Triad, #1)
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She’s so sweet. So sure no one is watching her. But I am, little flower. The devil is always watching.
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You’re so beautiful, Lillith. I don’t know why the gods blessed the earth with you, but they should be thanked.
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As much as I want to believe it’s the work of some animal, I know better. It’s him. The devil. I lost.
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“You’re so perfect, my little flower. Let me make you feel good. Let me worship you.”
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“But I’m selfish. And that’s exactly why I can never let you go, no matter how much better you deserve.”
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“Will you let me make up for it?” I pull her palm to my lips, making sure not to press too hard. “Depends.” Her grin is wicked. “What did you have in mind?” “Breakfast in bed for the next month? A thousand orgasms? An island? Name your price.” Her brow shoots up. “A thousand orgasms? Don’t you think that’s a tad unattainable?” “Lillith, if I have to strap you to the bench downstairs for the next three years, I’ll do it.” I grab the bar of soap and massage it into her palm. “Nothing is unattainable when it comes to you. I’d burn this whole fucking city down if you needed me to.”
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“My sweet little flower,” I whisper, reaching up to cup her cheek. “You’re one of the strongest people I know. But just because you’re capable of taking care of yourself doesn’t mean you have to. You’ve been living your entire life for others; giving everything you are, and then what’s left after that, as well. You deserve to be taken care of, too.”
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“Please, Lillith,” I beg. “It has to be you. I’m not fucking strong enough.”
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“I am home,” she whispers, brushing her thumb over the tortured flesh. “You’re my home, Kain. I never really knew what that meant until I met you, but I do now.”
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I’d find you in every lifetime, little flower. You shouldn’t have worried about that. It was only see you later and never goodbye.
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“I love you,” I reply. “I love you.” “And I, you, little flower.” He leans down and brushes his lips against mine. “Endlessly. Hopelessly. Devastatingly.”