Come for Me (The Hunt, #2)

by C.J. Sweet

This book is dedicated to the good little readers that beg for me to fuck with their feelings . . . Come for me.

“This is what Dax wanted. I’m sorry.” No, all he ever wanted was for me to want him.

It’s Mr. Playboy’s crash course on queenly duties for dummies,

“The pain is bearable. But to not hold you in my arms is an excruciating pain I’ll never be able to withstand,” he says. “Don’t fight me. Let me hold you.”

“But that was more a question of myself, not you. I have always wanted your love and needed you in ways I can’t begin to explain. Even before I knew you existed, whether I thought you loved me, I never needed you to love me back for me to still want you. To crave you. Cherish you. Smart mouth and all, I have and will always need you, want you, and be in love with you.”

“Screw ‘til death do us part,’ even after. Even if you hate me. I love you, Alaina. I fucking love you.”

This dungeon sucks compared to mine. A proper dungeon instills fear as soon as you enter, stripping away hope and rattles your intact bones.

Her authoritative presence has me drunk like a cat on catnip. I’m sick. I’m obsessed. I’m in love. I want to do horrible and disrespectful things to this queen of mine.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m far from a simping bitch, but I’d gladly roll over for her in a heartbeat. If it means being hers, I’d be anything. I’m just grateful she accepts me as her king.

“I’ll have you full of my cum until you’re swollen with our pups. Your own personal stud, my own personal breeder.”

I’m her devil, and she, my darling angel. I’ll find her in death, haunt her for years to come. Her soul belongs to me, and the devil always comes to collect. We’ll rule hell together.

To her, I’m enough, even when I’m not.

“Keep fighting, darling, until, one day, you can come for me,” I say to her.

She bleeds, I bleed. She dies, I die. She breathes, I breathe. Now that I have her, I can’t ever be without her. Respectfully, Your Majesty, you’d have to kill me first.”

There is no resting, and there is no peace if I don’t have you with me.”