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I lift her hand with one of mine and slide the jewelry over her finger. It fits perfectly, as expected since I measured it in her sleep.
damon is equal parts sweet and clinically insane
“You are a tempting goddess whose sole purpose in life is to test me.”
“This card will buy you whatever you need to be ready for the gala.” “Anything? What if I decide I need a car.” He pulls out his phone and hits a few buttons until mine beeps. “That’s the number to our preferred dealer. We’ve vetted their quality, but you can go wherever you want, of course.” “I was kidding.” “I’m not.”
Obsessed doesn’t even begin to cover it. Every second I’ve spent with her is one that ingrains her deeper into my soul.
Which left their upbringing to Matthias and me. It’s a miracle they’re only semi-screwed up.
“You know, I’m really looking forward to her kicking your ass. She’s got you by the balls, and somehow, you’re still delusional enough to think you make the decisions.”
“The only thing I expect from you is to tell her to fuck off.” Her glassy green eyes snap to mine, and she gasps. “I can’t just tell your mom to fuck off.” I chuckle and rock back on my heels. “You can do whatever you want to do. You’re my wife.”
“Now what?” “You’ve never done this?” “Do I look like someone who dyes other people’s hair?” She chuckles. “No. I can’t believe I’m letting you do this. Don’t make me look bad.” “You could never look bad.”
“Do you have a dress?” “Your mom brought some.” He dismisses that. “Misty, do you have a dress?” I think about the gown I made last year but never had the opportunity to wear it. It’s not practical in the least, more whimsy than black-tie. I shrug. “It’s probably not appropriate.” “Sounds perfect.”
“I don’t belong here.” He pulls back and cups the side of my neck, using his thumb to tilt my head up. “You belong with me.”
“Just a little longer. I’m not ready to let you go.”
“You two need to stop looking at each other like that before this party turns into an orgy with the energy you’re putting off.”
“I’ll give you whatever you want, wife. All you have to do is ask.”
“Anytime you want to go, just tell me. We go. If you want it to stop, I’ll stop it.” He grimaces. “Unfortunately, it is too late for him to live, but you don’t need to have anything to do with that.” Not alive, dead, murdered.
“My darkness matches your darkness. Right?” He growls low, tugging me into him, and bites my lower lip hard. “Jesus Christ. You’re lucky I don’t fuck you right here.”
“Are you covered in blood?” The words are out before I can stop them. There’s a dimple in the blond’s cheek when he faces me. “You can be, too, if you want.”
Damon tenses behind me, but I’m already closing the distance between Thomas and me, slamming my palm upward into his nose. I wince at the sickening crunch it makes, but I don’t back off. Beck rolls back on his heels. “Fucking nice.” He approaches me, twirling what looks to be a surgeon’s blade between his fingers before holding it out to me handle side first. “I hear he gave you some scars. I thought you might like to return the favor.” The metals cool to the touch and weighs more than I expected. “Um…thank you?”
god i hope beck has his own book
He brings the knife to Thomas’s back but lets me be the one to apply pressure. It’s squishy and gross, and I don’t like it at all. But I love the way Thomas hisses. How he pleads for me to stop.
aww baby's first torture
Maybe he’s right. Maybe I am broken. Maybe that’s exactly what I’m meant to be.
Beck leans in, kissing her temple, only for Rush to kiss the other, and suddenly, their relationship is way more interesting than torturing Thomas.
“You have three hot mafia boyfriends?” I practically squeal the words, and Rae grins. “Why, are you looking for more?” she asks.
“I thought you’d enjoy this? You like putting your dick where it doesn’t belong.”
holy shit
“Now, chew,” Damon commands, voice flat as Thomas thrashes against the grip he has on him and forces his mouth open and closed like a puppet.
ohmygod
Why did I think I could hang with murderers? I can definitely not hang.
“You okay?” Damon asks, rubbing a hand tentatively on my upper back. No, Damon. I’m not okay. I just participated in my first torture, murder! My hands grow sweaty as I let that settle over me. We’d killed Thomas. Like, if there was ever a guy, he’d be it, but still. I’m just a normal freaking girl.
“Does it have to be so messy?” Damon cocks his head to the side. “Torture? Yes, normally, although there are psychological techniques that are just as effective.” I hold up my hand to stop him. “You know what? Never mind.”
lmfao
“You are freaking crazy,” I gasp. “You’re just figuring that out?” “You’re dangerous.” Even as I say the words, they don’t taste right. Damon tucks his phone back into his pocket, closes the distance between us, and gently grazes his thumb along my cheekbone. “Not to you.”
“Oh yeah? Not even if I hit on one of your brothers?” Why am I doing this? But I know why—some sick part of me likes pushing him as far as I can. Likes the security in somehow knowing he won’t snap. Not with me. His eyes narrow into black slits. “I’ll miss them.” A laugh bubbles up in my chest. “You are crazy.”
He leans in, touching his forehead to mine. “When it comes to you, I’m so much more than crazy.”
“I have your food, asshat. Do you have any idea what I had to do to get this? You owe me one hundred K.”
“Keep your grubby hands off. I did this for my sister, not you.” Bash gives me a bright smile that looks entirely too mischievous.
“I understand if, after tonight, you may not want to be around me, but I will not let you go,”
“My darkness matches your darkness. If you’re broken, then I am too,”
“Did you forget I’m your boss? I already let them know we’ll be out for the next few days.” “You can’t just do that,” I scoff. “I own the company. I can do whatever I want.”
“So what happens?” “Meet with my brothers. Show a united front, then we’ll set up a meeting with Anthony Ricci.” “Isn’t that dangerous?” He tilts his head, a darkness taking over his eyes. “Yes, for him.”
“You don’t think we wouldn’t want to be involved? She’s our fucking sister.” Wait? He’s not mad that we got caught. Is he mad that he didn’t get invited? Damon tugs me closer, and I rest my head against him like we weren’t having a casual chat about murder. “You were out of town.” “I would have come back if I’d known.”
She’s looking right at Matthias, but he’s staring off across the restaurant, eyes narrowed. There’s an unmistakable chill coming off him, and I’ll be forever grateful that I’m not the one he’s looking at.
oh i cant wait for mattias' book
“Fuck, I want to be your wife. Doesn’t need to be incest or anything. Like we don’t need to fuck, but seriously, can you protect me like that?” Bash says, causing Xander to spit out his wine.
I am a drowning man, and every glimpse of her is a sip of air.
“If you keep looking at me like that, I’m never getting out of here.”
“You going to start, or are you just going to keep staring? I’m okay with both,” Damon says smugly.
“I doubt it. I looked into him, and he wasn’t close with his cousin. Seems like he was doing a family favor bringing him here.” I nod. “Good, I’d hate to have to kill him.”
“Be careful speaking about my wife, or you may end up finding your cousin.”
“You wouldn’t let me buy you a dress” is his only response. “That’s because I like to make them.” The buzz of the machine stops as I move the fabric. “I know.” Damon grins and hands me another flower. “Hence the helping.”
It’s not like I can explain Damon helping me kill my rapist ex really helped alleviate my past trauma.
“You have to tell him,” Sidney adds. Tell him? Tell him what? That I don’t want this to end? That I’m in love with him?
“What if he doesn’t feel the same?” “Girl, what if he does?” is Mia’s reply.
“Have I told you you’re beautiful tonight?” I laugh under my breath. “Yes, you just did.” His fingers spread over my stomach, pulling me taut to his chest as his lips graze my ear. “Then why do I feel the need to tell you again?”
“Misty. Listen to me. I am not a patient man. But I’d wait forever if it meant you’re by my side. Now, let me see that dress I nearly lost my limbs making.”
“It’s going to be perfect.” “How do you know that?” “Because you did it,” he says plainly, like there’s no other option.
