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“You can bear it for one more minute. One more. For me.”
“I knew you wouldn’t mind. Being my precious toy. My girl. Mine to use. Mine to fuck. Mine to destroy and to fix.”
Yup. Just yes.
“Christ. I can’t believe you fucking exist, Scarlett.”
“Perfect,” he repeats over and over, kissing my face, eyelids, mouth. The praise feels as good as the orgasms did.
Yeah, I can…imagine.
“Listen, we haven’t talked for the past year and a half. I don’t know you anymore. And it wouldn’t have worked out, anyway.” I can say this with the utmost certainty now. “But here’s a reflection prompt: if it never occurred to you that you could have acted less selfishly, maybe you’re not the nice guy you think you are.”
👏
“I just hope you have fun safely, consensually, and contraceptively.” “You’re a physician. You know that’s not a word.” “All I know is that I’d be the best step-grandmother in history.”
“I need a minute to—” “Nah.” He pushes inside me in one thrust. I’m as wet as I could be, but he’s Lukas, and it’s not easy to let it happen. “I’ll fucking tell you what you need.”
Lukas. Fucking. Blomqvist.
“You’re made for this, aren’t you?” His fingers fist at my nape.
“A beautiful thing. Made for me.”
Ali. You’re killing me.
“Be a good girl and bite into that.”
His fingers close around my wrist. “I asked for you.”
Lukas “I asked for you” Blomqvist, you just… 🥰
“I like you like this.” “When I am become Death, Destroyer of Worlds?” “Yup. Fighty.”
“I want to spend four years in med school, fully knowing that it’ll be hell. Do a fellowship and a residency. Corpse stuff, sure. I want to travel to places that don’t have a fucking pool. See my family more than once a year. Sleep in. Go on hiking trips. Stay home for long weekends and have morally bankrupt amounts of sex with someone I’m in love with. Kinky, vanilla, I want it all. I want to adopt rescue animals with her. I want to take care of her, and watch her be cold in Sweden, and marvel every day at how much smarter than me she is, and…Scarlett.” His thumb swipes under my eye. “Why are
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“Write your name, though, not dumb stuff. Maryam checks my notifications if I leave my phone out. She found out that Barb had broken up with her boyfriend before me.” “What’s dumb stuff?” “I don’t know. Sex god. Master. Daddy Dom.” His mouth twitches. “Can’t hide from the truth, Scarlett.”
The three of us, our relative positions, the sum of our degrees…I don’t want it to feel like a love triangle. And I don’t want to be left out when it flattens into a line.
Do you have to be kidnapped for it to be Stockholm syndrome?” I ask. “You shouldn’t, not if the guy you fell for against your will is Swedish.”
“Baby.” Another kiss. On my cheekbone. “It’s okay if you want to cry. It hurts, doesn’t it? It all hurts so fucking much, huh?”
“Sweetheart. I’m here to pick you up,” he whispers. “Fuck you into a thousand little pieces, and then put them back together. You don’t need me to do it, but it’s what you want, isn’t it? For me to fix you?”
“It’s okay,” he murmurs. “I’ll put you back together.”
“He was my crash mat. And when I saw him kiss you, I felt like you were pulling him from under my feet. And it hurt five times harder, because it was you, and I’d never had a friend like you.”
“This is so messy.” “Falling in love?” I nod. “And I did it so…” Deeply, desperately, fast. It’s just pure violence. “The ultimate loss of control, huh?”
“This is it. I’m not going to pretend otherwise. No more lies.” I frown. “Did you lie to me?” “By omission.” “What did you not tell me?” “How early I fell for you. How soon I realized it. The enormity of it.”
