Ravage (Dance With My Demons, #3)

by Steph Macca

"But I'm a big believer in fuck around and find out."

"My fallen angel," Grey whispers, fucking me harder. "You fell right into the Devil's arms."

"She's a dark horse. Imagine what will happen when she finally takes hold of that pain and runs with it. Imagine what she can become."

Little Killer – You are my absolute everything. Everyone deserves the chance to love you too. So, if your heart belongs to three people, then that's okay. I'm not going anywhere, no matter what happens.

Rian dangling over the urinal basin. If his strength gives out at any point, he'll land face first in a puddle of piss—and whatever that red stuff is. Okay—I might be exaggerating a little bit. I know the red stuff is blood. I put it there for dramatic flair.

"It's me," I answer in a sing-song tune. "Your favorite boyfriend-in-law."

"Maintenant tu es à moi aussi,"

Now that I have him, I'm not letting him go.

It means I've claimed her.

Touch her and I'll make your nightmares seem like a happy place. I'll burn everything and everyone without blinking. They will beg for death because it will be the easy way out.

It's also the same day that he murdered my mother.

That's my fucking wife.