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“Noncon is not my style.”
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“I am a man of infinite darkness and no shadow. If they so much as breathe in my wife’s direction, forget touch, breathe, Hell’s Kitchen will earn its name. Their businesses will be demolished, their women raped and slaughtered, their children sold off to the highest fucking bidder. It’ll make the Battle of Towton look like child’s play. I will take no prisoners. There’s no red line I wouldn’t cross. They better remember that.”
Oh, but he hates her, right? 😂
They fucking hurt my wife. My wife. Nobody touched what was mine.
The peony and blush shower oil wasn’t a coincidence; he bought it for me. Butterflies fluttered inside my stomach. Kill them now, Gia. Kill them with fire.
I didn’t hate her. I didn’t tolerate her. I liked her. Quite a fucking lot. A terrible complication, obviously.
I grabbed Gia’s wrist and held it firmly. She laced her fingers through mine and started tapping her index finger over the back of my hand in a familiar pattern. Two, six, two. Two, six, two. Two, six, two. A jolt of panic rushed through my spine, followed by immediate orgasmic relief. She knows. She understands. She cooperates. She soothes. My muscles loosened. And in that moment, I needed her more than I’d ever needed anything else in my entire fucking life.
“My real name is Gabriel,” he croaked, his silken voice coming from the depth of his soul. My heart stopped. “Gabriel Doe. And he—I—we love you. We’ve loved you from the first moment we saw you.”
“How do you know it’s love and not obsession?” I perched my chin on his shoulder, peering into his face. “What’s the difference?” “Because I used to put my happiness before yours and thought I’d never let you go. I am now willing to let you go if it’s what makes you happy.” His head hung between his shoulders. “Your happiness comes before mine. You can leave if it suits you. I won’t stop you. I’ll sign the papers.”
“I love you.” I held his jaw in my hands, enunciating each word slowly. “I’ve always loved you. You are my White Rabbit. I’ll follow you to the ends of the earth and back, no matter how terrible and awful the world you led me to is. I think there’s something wrong with me. Because even when I tried to convince myself I hated you, I never could walk away.”
“So…” Cal licked the rim of her skinny margarita, collecting coarse salt. “What did you want to tell us?” “Please don’t let it be a surprise pregnancy.” Dylan held her hand up. “There are only so many tropes you can cram into your life these days, and villain-gets-the-girl is a hard act to follow.”
