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I wanted to hear you dedicate your cruel words only to me. I didn’t care if you were yelling at me, screaming at me, telling me no…as long as it was for me. Soon, I didn’t want you to leave. When I was away, you danced around my mind like a man’s deepest regret, ferocious and intoxicating. You want to know what I want? I want you, Alina. All of you. Every hair on your head, every tear, laugh, and scream that rips from your delicate vocal cords will all become mine.”
“If you’re going to compare your nasty impulses to the likes of dogs,” I purred, “then you better bark.”
“I will not forgive you if you die without my permission,” I whispered. While it was supposed to be a joke, it was also truthful.
As obsessive and scary as he was, he lit something deep inside me that was impossible to ignore. I might just be addicted to the adrenaline high.
“Now I understand what it is to become obsessed, devoted to possessing someone. Enough to fight the urge to lock you away so no one can set wandering eyes on you again.”
“I want all of you, not just blood. I want every piece of flesh that clings to your bones and more. I want to own every expression that crosses that pretty face. Every hair on your head belongs to me, no part of it untouched by my hands.”
“You said they were supposed to be for your—” “Mate,” he finished, resting his head against mine. “But I’m—” “You are now.” He gave a satisfied hum. “Since when?” “Since I said so.”
I never thought I could reach the point of craving someone aside from a simple hunger. Starving for her would be more painful than any true hunger. I would rather perish. I was wholeheartedly, pathologically addicted to her.
Life was extremely blunt when you did not use anything to soften the blow.
