Grimstone (Grimstone, #1)

by Sophie Lark

I thought I wanted to make her scream, but now I want to make her smile, too. It doesn’t matter what order.

Dane’s face is expressionless while a thousand thoughts flicker behind his eyes. If I could read them like a book…would I open it? Yes. Every fucking time.

I’m going to taste that mouth again. I’m going to feel her firm little body in my arms. And I’m going to make her respond to me exactly how I want.

She’ll look at me with the kind of desire that makes her legs go limp and her thoughts melt out of her brain.

“That’s where you’re wrong, Remi…”

“I want to know everything about you…especially the bad things you’ll do.”

I’m kissing her like I haven’t let myself before—like I missed her. Like I’ve been thinking about the feel and the smell of her all day.

“I want you. And I don’t want him to have you.”

When you want someone for a purpose, you see them in that role. When you want them just because you want them…you see so much more.

It was that capacity for love that made me want her so badly. I saw it burning in her face. And I thought, No one’s ever loved me like that. Like they’d love me in spite of anything.

“What’s wrong?” Dane says.

“Oh…”

“I was thinking you should be lying on one of those loungers ...

“...

“Because look ...

“What have I told you about talking down on yourself?”

“If I wanted to fuck some heiress, I would. I’m right where I want to be.”

I want you all to myself, and I don’t care if I have to fight every person in this whole damn town.”

He already knows my body like he studied it in a textbook.

What was pain becomes heat, and what was heat becomes pleasure, but a wild, dark, electric pleasure, that grows and grows without breaking.

I knew that I was watching my most precious, favorite person—the only person who’s brought me happiness in years…my

At first, I just stand there, still numb and unbelieving. But the longer she holds me, the more her calm and her strength overpower the raging blackness inside of me.

Because I’ve finally learned… The truth hurts, but it won’t harm you. It’s lies that injure and destroy.

Doctor Death and the Black Widow.

“That’s a very good girl,” he says when I’ve finished coming.

I look into his face, and I see all the openness and intimacy and pure, raw lust of someone who has nothing to hide. He wants me. He loves me. And he’s going to take care of me. But first…he’s going to make me come.

Why do we admit the truth even though it fucking hurts? Because that’s the way it won’t kill us anymore. It is painful to admit hard truths. But it’s incredibly healing to be forgiven and loved in spite of them.