Grave Dissonance (Rhythm and Tempo, #3)

by Mila Crawford

For anyone that’s ever struggled in darkness. May you always find the light.

took drugs because I desperately needed to silence the cacophony of my mind, meanwhile Iggy got high because he thrived on the turbulence of chaos. We were a fucking match made in purgatory.

Loving your soulmate is earth-shattering because if things go south, you end up obliterated.

“To be honest, I’ve got no problem with you being on top, baby, but you kinda have to be a man to take charge, not a scared, pathetic boy.”

like this shit, Marley. I like the marks you leave on me. Fuck, I even enjoy them. I’ll gladly get on my knees and suck your cock so well you’ll think I’m going to die from suffocation. You know what I fuckin’ won’t do?” Iggy bends down, bringing his face a centimeter away from my own. “Be a toy you can wind up and then toss in the corner of a room.”

“Damn you, Marley,” Iggy grunts. “Damn you for making me want you. Damn you for making it impossible to see anything but you.”

Motherfucker, I see you! I have always seen you. Even when I close my eyes to sleep, I see your damn face and those tragically beautiful eyes.”

“I’ll let your fingers be the brush strokes turning my body blue and purple if it means I get all of you.”

“I’m broken,” I whisper.

My confession has the opposite effect to what I intended. Iggy leans forward and brushes his lips along my neck. “I’ll put you back together.”

“I’m gonna take my ass whenever I want. All I have to do is say the word and you’ll get on all fours like a bitch in heat and present yourself to me.”

“Listen, Marley, I let you plow into my ass like it’s a field and you’re a farmer, but there ain’t no way I’m going to be the little spoon.”