Come for Me (The Hunt, #2)

by C.J. Sweet

I loved my deranged fucker of a mate.

I’d gladly walk into hell if it means Dax is waiting there for me.

Something snaps inside me, and a darkness infects my moral compass, flooding my bloodstream.

I no longer care to be the hero. I want to be the villain.

“The pain is bearable. But to not hold you in my arms is an excruciating pain I’ll never be able to withstand,”

“Don’t fight me. Let me hold you.”

“I’ll always come for you. Never doubt that.”

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.”

I’m her devil, and she, my darling angel.

Her soul belongs to me, and the devil always comes to collect. We’ll rule hell together.