More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
It was the first time I had cut myself in the kitchen in over a decade. And it was a great reminder of what I already knew. When Cal was around, I bled.
“And who are you?” I gulped. “A man who can’t fucking resist you.” He dragged his fingers through his mane. “But I’ll be doing both of us a disservice if I don’t state this outright—I don’t care about the consequences. I want you. And what I want, I get.”
You sold your soul to the devil. Your place is in hell, right along with me.” “Hell is my playground. I’m no newcomer to the zip code.” I ran the blade of the knife along my finger, watching the edge glint along my skin. “See, I’m a hedonistic creature like yourself, Tate. And right now, there’s something I want far more than your millions, and you’re standing in my way.”
