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When my friends craved the good guy in the movies we watched growing up, I secretly always wanted the villain with his hand around the main character's throat. I want a man to look at me like he can’t wait to touch me at any given time of the day.
Layla’s man has her name tattooed under his left eye. It’s small but that’s commitment if I’ve ever seen it.
Oh my god thats so cuuuuute
“If you aren’t careful, little hummingbird, I may have to use that mouth to set you straight.” He leans in closer, and my knees go weak as his lips hover over my ear. “But maybe that’s exactly what you want… maybe you’re sick of being good, yeah?”
“I want to find out who Brinley Rose Beaumont is when, for once, she chooses herself. I want to be there when she finally lets herself be as wicked as she craves.”
he’s gripped the sheathed blade so hard it cut his hand through it and his blood drips from his palm into the grassy earth. He replaces the knife at his hip and skims his fingers into my pussy, pushing his blood into me, smearing it all over my swollen lips.
This has no business being that hot
“Only you, Brinley.” He squeezes tight to my ass. “It’s only you I’ve ever felt the need to possess, to claim for my own.”
“No, little bird. I am your home.” He lets my hand fall to my side as I stand here just dumbfounded by his words before he adds, “And I’m not taking you to the clubhouse.”
“You will hold no space to fear anything in this world except me. If anyone threatens you or tries to hurt you, they will be met with a suffering so deep that Lucifer himself will beg mercy for their souls. I’ll tear the flesh from their bones one layer at a time and rejoice like the angel of bloodshed I was trained to be.”
Fuck. This small amount of my blood on her skin makes me want to slice myself open so I can bathe her in it. Claim her in it.
She fits under the crook of my arm like the space in my body was carved out just for her.
“The day I met you was a rift in time. From that rift forward, there is only before I met you and all the days to follow. I just don’t think the word love means enough to describe that.”
