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we like to flirt with darkness.
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 I know Jill. I know her past, I own her present, and I am her future.
“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.”
“Then I kissed you. 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.
“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.”
“I bet your pussy is throbbing and needy for what only my cock can give you. You’re wet for me right now, aren’t 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.
Made just for me to worship.”
He may hold all the power, but I’m the one in control.
“You’re definitely built for worship, Angel. I’d join you in the confessional any day,”
“It won’t be the first virginity I lose in a church.” It’s the truth. I’ve come full circle—though I didn’t come in that church when I was sixteen.
“Let’s be honest, I was a masterpiece without the ink. Now I’m a god.”
“Tattoos don’t always need to serve a purpose. Sometimes, they’re a desire. Secrets, stories, dreams. All of them walking around for the world to see.”
I’m the only shadow allowed to haunt Jillian Hart.
“There’s no life without you, and I’m done wasting time pretending there is. My dark soul’s found its match. I’m here to collect.”
“Now tell me you’re mine.” “You’re mine,” I smart, making him grin. His grip tightens on my throat, pulling me in closer and liquifying my insides. “I am.” His deep voice washes over me, his dark gaze piercing the soul that’s now entwined with his. “Until the heavens crumble and there are no more lives to be lived.”
“I’m learning every day,” he murmurs. “You’re my favorite subject, and I plan to be an expert.” “You already know me better than almost anyone.”
“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 swallow hard against his hand, the breath halting in my chest as his words seep into my bones. “I don’t just love you, Jill. I worship you. I bleed you. I am for you.”
There’s no getting rid of me. Even if you kill me right now, my soul will find yours in every lifetime.
