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Her smile changes everything about her looks. Without it, she’s barely pretty, but her grin throws the switch at the amusement park. Her whole face lights up, neon bright.
Love is a drug, especially love that blind. I thought I wanted to make her scream, but now I want to make her smile, too. It doesn’t matter what order. I want Remi to look at me like that. In fact, I just might make her.
He’s beautiful in a terrifying way, like a glacier or a sword, those golden eyes cruel as a bird of prey.
Hands are my kink—they show everything about a man’s competence. The way they move, the way they touch….a well-shaped hand resting on a steering wheel or shifting gears…I could come just thinking about it.
I trail my finger down the spines of his books. Touching his stuff makes Dane uncomfortable. He watches me everywhere I move. I like his eyes on me, even while I can barely stand it.
Until that kiss, I barely lived inside my body. I was trapped in my brain, tortured by thoughts, while the rest of me moved around cold as an automaton. Now I’m living, breathing, walking again, full of impulses and strange new purpose.
What I want to do is string her up in my basement and whip those tiny tits until they’re rosy as apples, and then I want to turn her around and do the same to her ample ass. I want to build her pleasure and pain in layers until she’s sweating and shaking and begging, until the slightest flick of her nipple brings her to tears, and the touch of my tongue against her clit makes her scream my name until her throat is raw.
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.
Oblivion is rest, absence is peace.
I stand in the doorway so she has to brush past my chest. Just that slight touch sends a jolt through us both.
She makes me taste her, all her anger, all her annoyance, all her fire… She takes what she wants from me…
I let my hand drop to her breast, sliding my fingers beneath that thin undershirt to cup her warm flesh. My thumb finds her nipple. All I have to do is glide the ball of my thumb across its hard, pebbled tip and Remi’s whole body jolts.
“I want to know everything about you…especially the bad things you’ll do.”
“You’re a fucking mess,” I murmur in her ear. “Chaos, mistakes, missed deadlines…isn’t that the truth?”
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 have, I fucking have…why should I hide it? I’ve been chasing Remi since the moment I got close. I’m attracted to her—and not just a little.
“Remi…I can’t have you letting other men kiss you, even for a minute, even if I stormed off in a rage.”
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.
“What’s wrong with you?” I hold her with her face like a dish so I can find all the brightest bits of blue and green in her eyes. “A thousand things. I’m selfish, I have a temper, I can be sneaky, way too curious, and arrogant, I’m picky, and almost everyone annoys me…”
“No matter how tidy my house looks or how well I press my clothes, I’m a fucking mess, Remi…it’s how I recognized it in you.”
“And if you come near Remi again—“ “I’ve come a hell of a lot closer than near, and I’ll do it any time I please.” I take one last step so I’m well inside Tom’s space, practically nose to nose, reminding him that I’m the one person in town taller than him. “Remi would beg on her knees for me to touch her before she’d let your disgusting mitts—“
“If you think I’m capable of slaughtering my own family, you should be a fuck of a lot more afraid of what I’ll do to you if you so much as breathe on Remi again.”
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. I wanted it. I coveted Remi. And now here she is, on my arm.
That’s what’s beautiful and tragic about human beings—for better or for worse, not a single one can be replaced.
“If I wanted to fuck some heiress, I would. I’m right where I want to be.”
“Alright…I saw him looking through your car window, and I provoked him on purpose because I’m jealous. I’m jealous that he gets to come to your house, and I’m jealous that he’s fixing your lights. I’m jealous that he talks to you, and I’m fucking enraged that he dared try to kiss you the moment I left the party. I want you all to myself, and I don’t care if I have to fight every person in this whole damn town.”
His cock points straight ahead and doesn’t look as if it would fit inside an elephant, let alone my small frame.
“That’s the kiss of a fucking stunning woman who impresses me, who makes me laugh, who’s got more grit in her little finger than most people will show in their whole damn lives.”
I’ve got an apple donut in one hand and a scalding cup of hot cocoa in the other, so I’m the happiest I’ve been in ages,
When I visit the Midnight Manor, it all disappears. There, Dane and I can be exactly what we want to be—which is completely obsessed with each other.
It is painful to admit hard truths. But it’s incredibly healing to be forgiven and loved in spite of them.
