It Pains Me (Betrayal, #5)

by Penelope Sky

I thought the devil’s eyes were red, but they were bright fucking blue.

Disassociation had many different compartments. I had no idea the mind had so many different floors and endless hallways. My mind seemed to be separated into two distinct halves.

The desperation and the longing were too much. I wanted to be held by him, to get into that big bed and feel his body warm the sheets. I wanted to run my fingers through his hair and look into his espresso eyes. But he wasn’t mine anymore—and he would never be mine again. I had to distract myself. Otherwise, I’d lose it.

I didn’t desire her the way I had before. Now that I knew what she’d been through, I hated myself too much to care about the way her ass looked in her jeans.