Insatiable (The Edge of Darkness, #1)

by Leigh Rivers

I should go to the party before Mum or Ewan can bang on the door and give me shit, but I can’t seem to move from the balcony.

Because I’m preoccupied.

She has no idea I’m wat...

Something about her intrigues me, so I keep my eyes on her.

The famous Tobias Mitchell, American psychopath. The insane killer who took over every news channel in the world. He’s labelled as ruthless and unpredictable. Dangerous. A threat to life. Yet, when we visit the institution, he’s a caring dad who wants to know everything that’s going on in our lives. He tries to be involved as much as he can and looks at my mum like she’s the only woman in the world, full of complete adoration.

Even though he tried to kill her.

The last person I slept with told me that as much as I’m a lovely girl, he couldn’t meet up again. Weirdly enough, he went missing a few days later, and still is.

As much as I’d like to say I’ve forgotten everything about Kade Mitchell, I’m a terrible liar.

I’d tried to ignore him for years. But being around my best friend’s twin brother was too much – there was too strong a pull between us.

Until that night, when everything changed.

Kade Mitchell has been the broken shadow in my life ever since, a...

There was a time when one person was able to make me ignore that side of myself. I helped him with his own darkness, and he made me feel alive, sustaining me with tender touches and words, stolen kisses and nights in his bed when no one knew. I was happy.

I thought I was safe. I thought I was free.

Until I w...

I refuse to go back to that memory, the moment I knew what he meant to me.

At that point, he was everything.

And I los...

Stacey Rhodes is the devil in disguise. She’s hot as hell on the outside, has a personality that makes you fall for her, but is utterly ugly and fake on the inside. My traitorous cock clearly doesn’t know the difference between a snake and an angel and needs to stand the fuck down.

No one fucks Stacey and gets away with it. I can’t have her, but nobody else will.

“Rock your hips into my cock, Freckles,” he whispers quietly, and I nearly whimper. “I fucking dare you.”

“When I find out who hurt you, I’m going to fucking destroy them. I’ll make sure to bleed them dry then fuck you next to their corpse. You got that?”

I had five rules I stuck to for two years.

Rule one: Stay away from your toxic ex-girlfriend.

Rule two: Don’t unblock h...

Rule three: If you’re both in the same room, don’t fucking look a...

Rule four: Under no circumstances will you have any sexual in...

Rule five: Never forgive Sta...

Yet here I am with two fingers buried inside said ex, her cunt dripping down my chin, moaning my n...

I lied when I said I’d leave her alone. She’s feeding into my obsession, and it’s only going to get worse. This is only the beginning.

Because fuck him. Losing your voice to everyone is one thing, but losing your voice to someone you loved – trusted – is ten million times worse.

I’ve never been heard. My dad didn’t even listen when I told him about Chris abusing me.

Staying silent is like being in a m...

I could kiss her forever.

I don’t know why it’s taken me so long. I should have done this years ago. Maybe if I did, I would have had her for longer. She’d be my girlfriend by now, and everyone would know she was mine and I was hers.

“You aren’t real, Freckles.” I splay my hand on her stomach and slide it up. “So fucking beautiful. You were made for me.”

She doesn’t know it yet, but she’s kind of stuck with me. I can’t say that aloud without her running for the hills, but the fact that I’ve never once looked at another girl with interest or thought of them as beautiful until I saw her speaks volumes.

“Luciella won’t give me the time of day, so maybe I’ll approach her best friend.”

“Sounds toxic.”

“Because I, Sebastian Ivanovich Prince, am toxic.” He winks at me, then says in Russian, “I’ll make your sister realise I’m her one t...

He’s a diagnosed psychopath who loves Mum in his own way – learned, studied, even if it’s not the same way a neurotypical person would love. It’s limited, the way he feels, but it’s enough to never break the bond they have.

“The year we spent together was the worst year of my life,” he says. “If I could take every moment back, every lie, I would.”

“I’m not your friend, Freckles. Do you know why?” I kiss her lips. “Because friends don’t do this.” I kiss her again, her top lip, then the bottom, before dragging my mouth across the sharp line of her jaw. “If I was your friend, I wouldn’t think about you every second of the day. I wouldn’t want to feel you.” Taking flesh between my teeth, I suck, and she gasps. “All of you.”

“Well, I’m drawn to you, Freckles. And it infuriates me that I am. I could be inside someone else, yet all I can see is you.”

“I want to degrade you while you sit on my cock. Praise you as you swallow every drop of my cum. I want to brand every inch of your skin with my mouth and make sure you’re unable to even look at another man.”

“Mani pārdod seksam un nāvei, lai aizsargātu visus, kurus mīlu.”

“Tajā skaitā jūs, vasaras raibumi.”

“She was my granddaughter. No one takes from me and gets away with it. Once I deal with Kade, I’m going to hunt down whoever is responsible. I promise you, little one.”

“You don’t need to hunt for him – he lives right under my roof.”

I fit against him like the perfect puzzle piece. I feel at home in his arms and almost burst into tears from the intensity of the moment.

Stacey has always been the girl out of reach for me. The girl I wanted but could never have. My sister’s best friend who hated me with every fibre of her being.