Red My Lips (Stained Hearts #1)

by Lila Herron

The fire blazing inside her threatens to scorch everything in her path, and I plan on burning like the damned.

Jill will love me, crave me, breathe me. She’ll feel me rooted so deeply inside her she won’t know where her soul ends and mine begins. She’ll be for me. Just like I am for her.

“Because when I’m not with you, there’s an itching in my veins that only the sight of you can fix.” I blink at him, processing his words. That wasn’t the answer I was expecting, and I’m not sure how to feel about it. “You’re not just trying to get into my pants?” I ask skeptically. I’m not buying it. “I never said that.” “You’re attracted to me,” I state as his hungry gaze sweeps over me. “Like you wouldn’t fucking believe,” he says, standing from his chair. The sexual desire radiates off him and thickens the air around us. “If you don’t have a god complex, I’ll give you one.”

Kissing you will be my reason for living until I fuck you.”

“You like that I follow you, watch you, want you. You feed off my attention, my need. It makes you want, makes you hot—makes you wet. And I’m the only one who can give you what you need. Isn’t that right, little devil?” “You think you can handle all of me? I’m a lot of woman.” “Let’s get one thing clear.” He inches closer to tower over me, his eye contact deeply intentional. “You’re my warmup weight, Jill, so watch that pretty little mouth of yours and remember who you’re talking to. We’re made for each other. I’m the only man who will ever be able to handle you the way you deserve to be handled.” His eyes dip lower, trailing down my body like a caress. “All of you.”

There’s a split second of hesitation, a moment of indecision—should he fall to his knees and worship me as his idol, or ruin me until I’m so stained by his touch that no man will ever stand a chance to see my full beauty again?

She’s the salvation to my damnation, and I will worship at her altar in every lifetime.

“Love you? From the second I laid eyes on you, there has been an itching in my veins that only the sight of you can ease. Without you, the world has no art, and I have no purpose.”

“I don’t just love you, Jill. I worship you. I bleed you. I am for you.”