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Everyone thinks he’s just being a protective big brother. But big brothers aren’t supposed to put their hands on you.
Who hurt you, my fiery little ember?
Gold Angels are for this wing, the Confessional wing. They talk and put on a show if they want to. But there’s no touching allowed. Black Angels work in the Dreamers wing–you can touch them, but you can’t fuck them. Platinum Angels are in the Desires wing. Anything goes in that wing as long as all parties consent.
“Hello, Little Ember.”
“Have you ever done something but you don’t know why you’re doing it? Then, all of a sudden, something happens, and it all falls into place. Everything starts to make sense, and you know, at that moment, you were always meant to be doing it?”
“I was invited here tonight. It’s also my first time. And I had no idea why the fuck I needed to be here…until I saw you. From the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew you were a firestorm waiting to happen. And I desperately wish to be burned by you, Little Ember.”
Ginny is a gold mine that has yet to be explored—all her treasures, mine for the taking.
“Little Ember, if you’re going to learn what you like, you have to stop being so embarrassed. Now, tell me, what do you think about when you touch yourself?”
“Now. Drop your knees to the side. And let me see how wet this is making you.”
“It’s just us, Little Ember. There’s no one else here to see this spectacular sight. If I had it my way, no one else would get to see this again. This view would be mine for the rest of eternity.”
“If I take my cock out right now, there won’t be any watching. I’ll break all the damn rules and there will be sucking, fucking, and coming inside that sweet cunt. But there sure as fuck won’t be any watching.”
anger is coursing through my veins. Not because I’m upset that the moment is ruined. But because someone is the cause of this reaction she’s having. Phrases like that don’t make you cry unless they’ve been directed at you in a negative way.
But watching her flinch yesterday, and seeing her come apart today, it’s quickly becoming something I’ve never dealt with before. Something I’ve never felt before. Protectiveness.
“You said you wanted a way to feel in control. This is the safest way for that to happen. And you’re safe here with me, Little Ember. No one can hurt you in here. No one will hurt you in here. In this room, I’ve got you,”
It’s like I’m breathing in fresh air for the first time in days. The tension that’s been settled in my muscles
I don’t even like the man, but he saw something in thirty seconds that most people have chosen to ignore for the better part of my life. And he came to my rescue.
The need to leave the club immediately and find her bastard of a foster brother grows within my chest, but then she looks at me and all I want to do is hold her. That fucking bastard.
When I don’t answer, he grabs my chin and turns my head toward him. “Get out of your head, love. Wherever you’ve gone, come back to me.”
“Tell me you want this,” he says quietly. Leaning my head back, I gently press my mouth to his as my hands wrap into his hair. When our lips part, we look at each other as everything melts away, and suddenly, he’s all I can see.
Fuck this guy. She belongs to him? She’s not fucking property. But if she’s going to belong to any man, it’s going to be me. Not some fucked in the head asshole with some serious boundary issues.
Jackson’s hands are the ones I want touching me—his hands, his lips, and other parts of him that I yearn to discover. Where Jackson is concerned, I feel like I’m scaling a rock wall with no proper equipment to catch me when I fall. And I will fall.
Yes, I know I haven’t been the picture-perfect image of a man who can be trusted with a woman’s heart. But I’ve been trying to be better for her. They say people don’t change that quickly, but I have.
Jackson molds his mouth to mine, slowly caressing my tongue with his as we lay on our sides, his body cradling mine—protecting me like a sanctuary I’ve gone to for refuge.
No other words are spoken. Nothing else needs to be said. We fall asleep to the sound of each other’s breathing, and I feel safe.
she’s grown from an ember to a fiery little goddess. And I’m a fucking arsonist—ready to set everything in our path ablaze.
It doesn’t matter that it’s fucked up my life. That was life as I knew it. This is life now.
She’s become my captor. Bound me in chains that I willingly bear.
My world has become engulfed in her flames, and it is with startling clarity that I realize I will gladly burn for her.
“Because it’s you, Red.” Turning my head to look at her, I try to convey my feelings with my eyes. That everything about her has turned my world upside down, and everything I wanted before means nothing now.
I don’t give her a chance to answer before I push in, groaning as she stretches around me, warm and tight and so fucking mine.
“I love knowing it’s me making you look like that,” she says. My eyes find hers. “Like what?” “Like I’m the only thing in this world that you covet, and you’d burn it down for me.”
“I would burn the world for you, Ginny. Say the word, and I’ll turn it all to ashes so you can recreate it into whatever you want.”
“I know I’ve fallen in love with you, Ginny. I’ve fallen so fucking deep I’m drowning. And I will die a million deaths if it means I get to hear you tell me you love me every fucking day from now until eternity.”
I don’t care about your past. I care about you. All I want is to chase away the darkness that haunts you. I see the fire inside you, and I want to light the world up with it. I love you for everything that you are and everything that you’ll become. I’ll be the pyre for your flames to reach the heavens. Whatever you want, it’s yours to take.”
“Until it wasn’t,” he continues. “And I’ll admit right now that I started to fall for you pretty fucking quickly. Everything you did, I was in awe of. The more time we spent together, the more you began to occupy my thoughts, and then it was like I couldn’t have a good day unless you were in it. My world was dark and bleak before you bled color into it. You branded yourself on my soul, Ginny. And I handed you the branding iron.”
“There’s nothing to thank me for, Ginny. At the risk of sounding incredibly cheesy, you taught me how to love. I’ll spend the rest of our lives thanking you for that gift.”
“Love is a labor, and I will work endlessly every day for the rest of our lives to prove my utter devotion to you, Ginny. Thank you for making me the happiest man alive, and for agreeing to become my prison warden until the end of our days.”
It’s feral, the love I feel for this man. Savagely fierce and brutally obsessive at times, but it explains us perfectly.
Our love is like a blue flame, burning at the highest temperature all the time.
Jackson once said he’d burn the world for me. I don’t want to burn the world, though. I just want to bask in the glow of our flame forever.
