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“I tried so hard to keep my distance, Stacey, but I can’t do it anymore.”
“You might push it too far and seize again.”
“I’m not going to let some neurological bullshit passed down from my father stop me from getting what I want.”
“And what is it you want?” “You. I want to be the person you think of when you wake up, when you go to sleep, when you slide your hand between your legs and find pleasure.”
“What else?”
“Your body. I want to be the only person to touch, kiss and fuck you. I want to claim all your emotions. Fear. Anger. Misery. Happiness. Love.”
“I want your heart, every single fucking fragment that I’ve broken over the years. I have your past and your present,
and I want to be a selfish asshole and have your future.” “You already have it,”
“You have all of it.” “The monster in me wants you to be terrified. I want you to run to the other side of the world again and stay there.”
“I want you to be scared of me.”
“I’ll never be scared of you,” I say quietly, my voice soft and honest. “Never.”
“You should be scared of me. I might worship the ground you walk on, but you don’t have the faintest idea what I’m capable of. I could snap your neck without blinking, mistaking you for a client. I could fuck you so hard you pass out. I could really hurt you, Stacey.”
“You once told me not to be afraid of you. That sometimes people need to change to survive.”
“I did say that, yeah. What’s your point?” “You survived.”
“Did I? Because it doesn’t feel like it.” “You’re here,”
“You’re alive. You’re fighting back. That’s survival, Kade.”
“Now you’re mine and only mine.”
“What will you do with your freedom?”
“Win my girl back.”
“If you keep touching my dick, I’ll screw your plan of going slow and fuck you on this desk until we crack the wood.”
“Every night, I dream of you.” “Seems very psychotic and obsessive of you,”
“Whoever touched you while you were in America, I’ll kill them.”
“I’ll track them all down and make them wish they’d never laid eyes on you.” “I wasn’t with anyone,” I breathe. “But continue with your threats.”
Destruction ready to happen. He’s the son of Tobias Mitchell; it’s in his blood to rain havoc down on everyone.
No. Tobias Mitchell cannot be dead.
Kade Mitchell is the haunting definition of darkness.
“They took everything from me. Everything. We had a chance, but they took that as well.”
“Watch me destroy every last one of them, Freckles.”
“I’m going to make the world a safer place for you. Let me do this.”
“We watched him for years, and then we watched you. You were twelve.”
“I was nineteen when they first abused me. I was threatened to do things or my family would be targeted. I was trained to kill mercilessly and fuck like a monster, and they ruined my life in the process. My name is Kade Mitchell, son of Tobias Mitchell, and I will not be fucking silent anymore.”
“Jason McElroy was my brother, and he died protecting my girlfriend at the hands of Bernadette Sawyer.”
“My file tells the rest of my story.”
“Let’s see you get yourself out of this, Bernadette. And if I find out my dad is really dead, you better hide, because nothing will stop me from breaking every bone in your body.”
“I love you,” I tell him, my voice cracking. “No matter what happens next, please know that.”
“I’d be better off dead.”
“You’re not giving up, Kade.”
“I want to sleep with my girl in my arms one last time.”
I’d burn the universe just to see her smile at me the way she is now.
She’s my entire fucking world.
“I don’t understand.”
“Understand what?” “With all the shit I’ve done, how I’m lucky enough to have you.”
“Tell me you’ll always be mine, Freckles.” “I’m yours,” she moans. “Always.”
“I won’t hurt you.” “I trust you,”
“You aren’t on birth control, and I don’t have any condoms.” I hate myself as I thrust into her hand anyway. “But I want to feel your cunt wrapped around my cock.”
“I’m going to take the morning-after pill. Just… fuck me.” “That’s probably the most irresponsible thing you’ve ever said.”
“You really never stopped loving me?” I shake my head. “Not once. I watched you all the time.”
She smells like mine. She is mine.
“But I’m not the good guy.”
“Yes you are, sweetheart.”
