Distance (Beneath the Mask, #1)

by Luna Mason

I think I was in love with the idea of him, rather than truly him.

I crave the feeling of being claimed, owned, and used. It might be wrong, being so fiercely independent in every other aspect from such a young age, but this one part of me, I needed to be brought to life. Maybe one day.

“For every mark left on your beautiful body, I’ll snap one of his bones. He will pay for this. I promise you,”

I’m going to crave more; more and more until it fucking breaks me into a thousand pieces.

It is either going to burn down our whole world or we are going to dance in the flames.

Exactly what I’m afraid of is happening. I’m craving her, I’m fucking hooked. Line and sinker.

And for the first time that I can remember, I drift off into an easy sleep, no demons to fight tonight.