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“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?”
“What I want...”—he takes another step back, amusement ghosting his tone—“is for you to run.”
“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?”
“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.
“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.”
“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.” “You can’t kill everyone who puts a hand on me.”
“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’ll prove my loyalty in blood. In screams. In death.”
“I’m never letting you go, Violet. That’s the point.” His hand drags down, and he grabs me hard between the legs. “There’s only one way you’ll escape me, and even in death, I promise I’ll find a way to haunt you.”
“I don’t know, Violet. What am I other than being yours anymore?” he asks. “You feel better than any kill. Your fear tastes unlike any hunt. There is no gratification without you. And I can’t fucking get enough.”
He paid with his life. If this is romance, I’m fucked.
She doesn’t know she’s my first kiss as she sinks her teeth into my lower lip. But she makes me wish I could peel off my skin just so she could have been my first everything.
“I don’t know how to love you right,” Kole says, brushing his fingers along my jawline and tracing it the same way he traced my scars. “But I love you every way I know how. Because you are everything to me. I’d die for you.”
