Kindle Notes & Highlights
If he has these quick fucks with me, whom he hates with a passion, how many other casual one-night-stands does he have?
I slide one hand underneath his shirt and drag my nails over his abs. “I’m going to fuck you,” I tell him, my voice rough. “Right here, up against the car.”
Yes, I treat him like trash, because he fucking deserves it. But I don’t want anybody else to touch him either. I want to be the only person to fuck him up.
I kiss him back instead, pouring all of my frustration and fear into it. He growls and presses against me, truly trapping me against the wall. His warmth, his heat envelops me. The only thing I can see, hear, touch, smell, and even taste is him. I want to give myself over to him. I want to fall into the submission, to give him what he wants and soar on the feelings.
I know that we hurt people. But the entire world is out there, trying to hurt us, so why the fuck shouldn’t we take what we can for ourselves?
I squirm beneath his gaze, and everything inside of me just urges me to go to him, to get on top of him and push him down and make him my bitch for the evening.
I make a note to practice all these knots. I’ll be so good at ropes that Maddox will never be able to do this with anyone else ever again. I’ll ruin him. He’s not allowed to be happy without me.
“Your sub might be a little dazed,” the woman says to the crowd, smiling. “Make sure to give good aftercare.”
I can’t believe I almost threw this away. I can’t believe I thought I could keep hold of my hatred. I don’t think I’m ready for confessions quite yet, but my gut knows that I’m not giving Maddox up. Our lives are bound to each other. I’m never letting him go.
