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To the girl who wants a man to treat her gently, burn the world for her, and fuck her like a whore. This pyromaniac is exceptional at multitasking.
Blaze always uses her weak little arms to hit the other boys on the playground, but she never does much damage since she’s all skin and bone. I’m scared she might break something if she keeps attacking people and climbing trees when she thinks no one is looking.
I spent all week thinking about what to get her after she bruised herself punching a kid three grades higher than her.
Mom was driving so fast that I missed the house number, but I saw her. I’ll always see her, even from a mile away. She’s so pretty with her messy red hair and tiny fists. It’s annoying though. She still hasn’t figured out her thumb needs to go over her fingers. Not under. Maybe I can teach her how to throw a proper punch tonight.
This time, I’m sure she’s going to smile at me. And then once I know how to make her smile, I’ll make her do it over and over until she’s sick of me.
Whether he’s risking giving himself hepatitis B with a stick-and-poke tattoo, or lighting something on fire, every day those disgustingly pretty golden-moss eyes of his collide with mine, and every damn day, he opens his equally disgusting pretty mouth to turn my mood from bad to worse.
Kiervan is everything Kohen is not; namely, he doesn’t piss me the fuck off. This particular Osman wakes up every day and makes my imagination run wild with all the ways I could kill him with a pen.
Somewhere underneath my exhaustion, I’m hit with the disgusting thought that Kohen would look stunning underneath me.
the kleptomaniac couldn’t even figure out how to exit the building when the door was right in front of us. She’s going places; far just isn’t one of them.
The world can have Prometheus; I have Blaze, the girl with the fiery attitude—completely and utterly unhinged. The girl with hair and eyes the color of flames: blue, copper, orange, red. Blaze is fire.
I’m fucking sick and tired of waiting for her to stop being psychotic for two minutes for once in her life so she can open her goddamn eyes. I’m done being patient, and I won’t sit by and watch her show non-homicidal interest to everyone but me. This shit is going to end. She’s going to get in fucking line, or else she’s going to see what happens when I feel cornered.
Elijah’s two brain cells clearly are too busy fighting for first place to work, because he steps towards us and reaches for Blaze. “There are twenty-seven bones in the human hand. Breathe in her direction again, and we’ll find out whether I can break them one at a time.”
“I’m just saying she obviously wants nothing to do with you, dude.” I tighten my grip around her. She isn’t going anywhere. “I’ve always wanted to see what a real human heart feels like in my hands. Keep talking, and I’ll get to find out.”
I suck in a sharp breath and try to get the image out of my head, but there’s no unseeing the tent in his pants. Holy Mother Mary, there must be a monster living under there.
His hot breath fans my ear as he roughly nuzzles the side of my face, tilting it so he has better access. “Don’t pretend you don’t like it, Blaze. You’re looking at me like you hate me, but you’re riding me like you love me.”
“Look at you, so needy and helpless. It’s pathetic—you hate me, and yet you’re about to come on my thigh when I haven’t even touched that pretty clit of yours.”
“Is that why you’ve soaked through my jeans?” He makes a sound between a huff and a snarl—whatever it is, it does things to me. “Fuck, you’re a dirty little whore.” Feminism? Out the window.
My hips buckle on their own. “Fuck you.” “I’d be careful if I were you. I’m this close to fucking you into the wall.” He palms my ass. “Think I could fuck the brat out of you then, Thief?”
She humped my leg like a dog in heat, she kissed my lips, she soaked through my clothes, and Kiervan gets the fucking credit? He isn’t even here, and he’s in the spotlight.
She’s beautiful, violent, vulgar, and batshit fucking crazy.
I don’t need her smitten by me. I don’t need her fawning all over me and falling to kiss the ground I walk on. Fire has no master. Blaze is no different. If I wanted a dog, I would have gotten one.
I’d kill myself before I’d kill her. Ever since we were kids, she always thought I hated her when I was just trying to get her to like me. After a while, I hated her for hating me and being so fucking dense, not understanding my intentions. By the time I was old enough to realize the fault in my logic, the damage was done. It’s one of the many reasons why I hate Kiervan. Even as a kid, he understood how people work, but for the life of me, I couldn’t understand why Blaze didn’t like me. The harder I tried, the more she hated me. Kiervan knew that girls don’t like when you burn their hair
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“I’m in this place because of you. You! Why don’t you get that? Why don’t you ever get that? I’ve told you over and over again that it’s all been you. For you. Because of you. Always you. I failed all my classes last year just so I wouldn’t get separated from you.”
“I did it because you’re mine in every sense of the word, Blaze. You always were, and you always will be.”
I’ve done nothing for her? Nothing? Then what the fuck did I risk getting caught for? Why did I sort through Sarah’s room looking for shoes Blaze can wear so she can stop wearing the tattered pair she’s had for years.
She can be sickened by me all she wants, hate every part of me that has turned me into who I am, but this isn’t over. Whatever reality she’s concocted where she ends up with anyone but me doesn’t matter.
I didn’t see it coming, and it’s disturbing, yet unsurprising, how turned on I am by her form of retribution. If she had started the fire in front of me, I would have bent her over and taken her right then and there.
she’s never needed to suffer through everything alone. I would have done anything for her if she just asked—if she stopped pushing me away for one damn minute, she’d know that. But no, she goes around touching other men and framing me for an explosion I’m embarrassed to have associated with my name.
I’d never let him near her. I’d never let her near anyone. It’s me or no one—her or nothing.
“You wanted a man who didn’t confess to being your alibi. You wanted a man who pushed you down the bleachers. You want all the men who will kill you.” She eyes my curled fists warily. “And what are you?” “The man you’ve never wanted, but the one who has, and will always take the fall for you.”
I’m mad at him. I hate him. I am not thinking about those strong fingers brushing along my core. And I am most definitely not dreaming about mounting him for trying to stop the fight and then acting so attentively afterward.
“You’ve stolen my every waking thought since the day I met you, Thief. I’ve been wanting to feel your pretty pussy for as long as I can remember. I’m done waiting.”
I bare my teeth at him. I feel fucking feral. I could bring down a mountain, fight God, or become Him with how much pent-up frustration Kohen’s injected into my bloodstream. I’ve hungered for things before—itched like it’s the only thought that consumes my mind. There’s never been a desire that my body, mind, and soul have ached for.
“What”—and I cannot stress this one enough—“the fuck?”
“How did you accidentally drive several blocks to my property, walk down a long-ass driveway, then accidentally light my house on fire?” I’m bad at math, but this isn’t adding up.
My eyes drop to the fist curled at his side, and for the first time tonight, I notice the red outlining the fresh black ink etched into crooked dashes that goes in a semicircle on the side of his pointer finger. Teeth marks. My teeth marks from yesterday.
I’m not going to ruin him; he’s going to destroy me. It was foolish to think there was any version of this story where I’d emerge the victor.
She didn’t love me last week or right now. She may not even love me a decade from now. But I will be wherever she is, even if she doesn’t want me. Man will always follow the light where there is darkness, and she is fire. The world is cold and empty without her.
“Don’t make threats you can’t back up, Thief. You’re cute when you’re thrown over my shoulders.”
I want to put her in thirty different positions and fuck her in each one. I’ve never been a man of God, but I would get down on my knees and worship her until the day hell takes me. She’s radiating feral energy, and I want to consume every last drop.
“Do you ever want to come again, Blaze?” She narrows her eyes at me. “I don’t need your assistance or permission to come.” “You will if your hands are tied. Hold my goddamn hand, Thief. Say you aren’t my date one more time, and you’re walking into the hall with your panties ripped, and my come dripping down your leg.”
The klepto grabs a fistful of my shirt and burns her stare into me as she says, “If anyone touches you, I’ll rip their ear off with my teeth.”
I’d be a liar if I said it didn’t make me a tad bit aroused. Who knew he just had to murder a man to get me compliant.
“I know how your pussy tastes. What you feel like when you come on my cock. That you prefer fast over hard. How you look when you squirt, and the way your legs shake after I fuck you. I’d say we’re beyond friends.”
“If you don’t stop talking, I’m going to fuck you against this tree over here.” He points to the left. “Then you’re going on your hands and knees on that boulder over there.” He nods toward the right. “After that, we’re going to the med bay so I can stretch your pussy out with a speculum while I fuck your ass.”
I don’t want the prince. I want a villain.
He sent two guys to the hospital for me? Blew up a building as a birthday present? Now he’s helping me murder a man and making me my very own weapon to do it? And here I was, thinking that chivalry was dead.
Moving back, I take a moment to admire my very own fiery little thing: completely bare from the neck down, legs spread, and impatient for me. Every inch of Blaze is—and always has been—stunning: the freckles dotting her chest, the mole on her hips, the red tint of her pebbled skin, the pucker of her swollen lips. Violent. Deranged. Disastrous. Perfect.
“That’s it,” I croon as tears keep streaming down her face. Fuck, the only time this girl is ever allowed to cry is when she’s choking on my cock.
“Then we’ll both go down together.” Her eyes flash at my declaration. “Maybe I haven’t made it clear to you; I will hunt you down to the end of the earth just so you don’t feel alone for a second. I will find you, even in another lifetime. If you’re in hell, then I’ll burn willingly. My soul is yours, Thief.”
