The Entanglement of Rival Wizards (Magic and Romance, #1)

by Sara Raasch

“Go fuck yourself, Walsh.” “I will, and I’ll think of you while I do it.”

You have issues, but you’re not broken.

“Another of mine is that I don’t share. Even if this is only physical, I won’t be fooling around with anyone else. And I don’t want you to either. For safety reasons, and because I’m a possessive fucking bastard.”

“I’ll help you forget, I promise. I’ll fuck you so good you won’t remember your own name beyond me calling you baby. But I can do that and still respect you, so look into my eyes and tell me you want my mouth on your cock.”

I am not a flower and don’t need to be drawn to his sun.

If I make a mockery of things, if it’s light and unserious, then everything’s fine. It’s proof I’m not hurt because, look, I can joke around, see? I don’t need gentleness because only broken people need gentleness and I’m not hurting. But this does hurt.

“Please,” I relent, tugging at his arms, his neck. “Please, Thio, fuck me. Fuck me, own me, ruin me—” He kisses me to silence. Eats the last few garbled words. “Oh, I’ll ruin you,” he tells me. “But you’re mine, so I’ll always put you back together again, too.”

We’re both broken, though. And our jagged pieces don’t exactly fit together, but we know how to move around the sharpest points of each other’s, how to adjust and make space so no one bleeds.

I’m choking, and he’s turning into air for me.