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If only I felt those butterflies everyone’s always talking about. The flutter that’s supposed to kick up under my ribs when his lips press to mine. I don’t know what it will take to wake them up; all I know is I’ve still yet to feel them. Not for lack of trying.
Intuition. Instinct. Something flutters inside me with the heavy beat of my heart. Butterflies.
“You can call me Saint.”
“Why would I kill you when I’d rather see that spirit he was trying to temper? Why snuff you out when I’d rather watch you burn?”
“Careful, Violet, I like to tame skittish creatures. And you owe me now.”
“Feel that? Your wild mind races as fast as your heart. Too scared to admit you’ve been living in a cage. But I’ll set you free, starting with him.”
“What I want...”—he takes another step back, amusement ghosting his tone—“is for you to run.”
I want to pin her down and strangle that fear out of her.
“You don’t know what I want.” She can barely get the words out with my grip on her neck, and I can’t help tightening it. Making her choke for it. Making her work for it.
“Don’t lie to me, Violet.” I pull her against me, and every rise and fall of her chest douses my resistance with gasoline. “Don’t you get tired of pretending to be perfect for them?”
“Do that again.” Violet’s breath stutters. “What?” “Swallow.”
“Fuck.” I swell against her and can’t help but pull her closer. “I’d love to feel that throat from the inside, wrapped around my cock.”
“Remember what you told me, Violet?” I press close and whisper. “You wanted me to find you. To chase you. To make you beg.”
“Your boyfriend’s blood is still drying on the pavement, and your pussy is begging you to let his killer fuck you. Isn’t it?”
“You don’t want a boyfriend who will make love to you.” He grips my pussy so hard it edges on painful. “You want to be fucked. Taken. Claimed.”
“Saint,” I moan, no longer able to help myself. “Yes, kitten.” He growls. “I’m your Saint.” He might as well be. My Saint. My devil. My destruction.
“You didn’t ask for a prince. You asked to be fucked in the forest like a whore, rough and painful. That’s what you get.”
“Open that mouth. I want to feel you swallow.”
“I can use my blade to carve the memory of him from your pretty little throat.”
“Or you can take me down it, and I’ll mark it where I guarantee he was too much of a pussy to go.”
“Don’t worry, Violet.” He rubs his thumb over my mouth. “When I rip your virgin pussy open, it won’t be in a dark forest. I want to bathe in the sight of your blood coating my cock. I’m going to mix it with my cum and paint your skin. I’m going to ruin you. All in due time. But for now, sweet dreams. I’ll see you soon.”
There’s nothing friendly about Declan’s smile, and there’s nothing good about Declan Pierce. He’s the president of Liam’s fraternity, and they’ve earned their reputation for a reason.
In the college listing, they might be Sigma House, but everyone at Briar calls them Sigma Sin.
In order to pledge, you have to be sick, disturbed, and immoral. That should have been m...
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Kole Christiansen was cut from the darkest corners of hell. While every member of Sigma House is dangerous, Kole is the worst of them. So much so that Liam warned me to steer clear, even though they’re best friends.
Rumors on campus paint Kole as a psychopath. Incapable of feeling human emotion and he doesn’t try to hide it.
I wouldn’t be surprised if his lack of empathy is the highlight of his personality because one look into his demonically dark eyes, and I’m pretty sure he’s a clinical psychopath.
I don’t move. I barely blink. Because I feel him somewhere—everywhere. Saint is watching me.
“Yes, Violet.” Saint leans down, whispering in my ear, “What do you think?”
“We both know you want to. You’re the one who started this by accidentally finding yourself alone in here with him after I warned you not to.”
“I think you wanted to see if I’d live up to my threats because you’re a curious little kitten and had to know where I’d draw the line. It’s cute that you think I have one. Especially where your safety is concerned.”
“Do you want my loyalty, Violet?” Saint’s voice is low in my ear. “Do you want to see how far I’ll go for you?”
“I don’t want to be shared. But you didn’t give me a choice. And I was scared, so I focused on you. I moaned for you.”
“I don’t share, kitten.” Saint hovers his face over mine, and all I see are those dark eyes cutting through the ski mask. “I granted a dying man his last meal before I sent him to hell for touching what’s mine. There’s a difference.”
“But I can.” He ticks his head to the side, tosses the blade to the bed, and grips the back of my hair, tipping my head. “I can do whatever I want when it comes to you. And I will, Violet. I’...
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“Saint,” I moan. “Yes, kitten.” He drags his face along my neck, inhaling. “I’m your Saint. D...
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“There are no gods here, Violet. Only devils. And your boyfriend was one of them. What I did for you was a favor, and that’s why you’ll repay me for it.”
Good can’t come from evil. But beauty is highlighted in darkness.
She pulls my addiction to the surface. She wants me to show her what I’m craving. She wants to be as sick as I am. And I’m going to make her face that truth until she’s begging me for more.
She’s so innocent; I might have to tie her up to keep her safe.
Her blue eyes are the spheres I’m orbiting around. Her pink lips are the home I’ve been searching for.
She only hates me long enough for her cunt to drip and her pretty mouth to beg. Then she hates herself for loving what I do to her.
I need to know who he is behind the mask. And not just his face but his mind. I need to understand all his secrets. Why me? Why the obsession? Why the extremes?
What makes Saint a killer, his past or me?
How different is obsession from love at the onset? They both start with fixation and desire. With an unexplainable need to be around someone. To spend every moment with them.
While Saint is fire, Kole is ice. Two clear sides, and I need to break through one to get to the other.
One word—one question—and I realize why I didn’t recognize Kole’s voice when he slipped into his Saint mask. When he’s Saint, he’s a raw nerve. Anger cracked open, and a fire that’s been lit. Kole is the opposite. He’s careful and measured. Calm even.
It might be him envisioning peeling the skin from my bones since I’m intentionally trying to piss him off, but a part of me doesn’t mind. A part of me wants to stand here and watch that darkness come to the surface as he flays me open.
“Don’t act so offended. You already know that, kitten.” He dips his mouth to my ear and licks the length of it, tightening his grip on my hair to force my neck back until our gazes meet. “So, tell me, when did you figure me out?” Saint has come out to play now.
“Do you want to find out what I’ll do to you when I’m angry, Violet?”
