Malice (Malice Mafia, #1)

by Coralee June

The fewer people you had in your heart, the fewer opportunities you had for loss.

"I’d fuck you in a puddle made up of your urine and that man’s blood without a second’s hesitation. Your existence is what disgusts me. Your fear just turns me on."

"Does that even matter? If you want to live, I’m your family. I’m your law. I’m your everything."

"When you cry, is it because you genuinely feel a sense of sorrow? Or do you cry because you feel like you’re supposed to, because the world watches how you respond and you don’t want anyone to know how much of a monster you really are?"

"Welcome to the family, Juliet. There are perks for selling your soul to the devil," he said with a grin.

"Can I just say, the fact that you're thinking through all of this makes me hot?"

Nicholas will coach you. William will save you. I'll just accept you where you are.

"Okay. So, like, you're full on psycho. Cool, cool. I was joking about the crematorium thing. We actually have a funeral home on our bank roll. We just gotta get him into the hearse and drop him off. But, like, cool for having a Plan B—a terrifying Plan B. That just feels like a lot of work, man."

"Please put the dead prostitute’s clothes on. I'm about to pop a boner in the torture room, and I was told I wasn't allowed to be sexually aroused around dead bodies anymore."

He swiped the crimson stain from my lips with his thumb and then licked it. It was both erotic and terrifying. My heart raced at the sight of him.

That kiss made him want to keep me, but it made me want to run away as fast as I could. Because if I didn’t get away, that darkness hidden inside of me would want to kiss him again.

Juliet is my responsibility. She has been for three years now, so if I want to better understand your plans for her, then I’ll do whatever the fuck I need to, got it?"

"Nobody touches you. They can look all they want, but you are not one of their toys. You’re my toy."

There was something about the possessiveness in his tone that made every single one of my muscles curl up like a cat. I was preening and desperate. Why was I so determined to be claimed by this man? Did I have Stockholm syndrome?

"An Eden’s Girl is every man’s deepest, darkest fantasy. She’s soft and beautiful and unique. She’s real, with real flaws, scars, and curves. An Eden’s Girl creates her own definition of beautiful. She’s not defined by her femininity, she defines it. Strong. Independent. Entertaining. Intelligent. Secretive. She embodies her namesake, a free, plentiful garden prone to sin."

"I think you could be Eve herself, Juliet."

William groaned. "Oh, Miss Cross," he replied in a low dark tone. "I've seen you stripped bare since the day we met. You couldn't hide from me if you tried. I know every nuance. Every detail. In my mind, I've kissed you a thousand times. I've worshiped your body even more." He paused to lightly trace his fingers over my arm. A shiver traveled down my spine. "I tried to keep you out of this world. But now that you're here, I'm going to claim every last inch of you. I have spent the last three years eavesdropping on your soul. Next, I'll learn your body."

"I paid my dues, and now you’re mine, Miss Cross."

Kiss whoever you'd like. It won’t matter in the long run. You’ve been mine for quite some time now. No one knows you like I do."

"He only cares about things after Cora gets her hands on them. Congratulations, Juliet. Your net worth just doubled."

"Do you think I’m incapable of keeping you safe, Little Fighter?"

I couldn’t help but wonder if Malice would ever kiss me with no one watching—with no ulterior motive.

"First of all, the fact that you’re able to joke about your murder tells me that you’re coping beautifully."

There was so much power beneath me. I liked how he looked there, his lips level with my pussy.

I don’t fear the dead. It’s the living you have to look out for,"

"Girlll, tell me your secrets! This man ordered the works. No expense spared! So lucky. Does he have a brother?"

He had two, not that I was sharing.

"You’ve got these big brown eyes that haunt me, Miss Cross."

I used to dream about those damn dark circles under your eyes. Skin covered in grease. Pen ink on your fingers from doing your homework in the kitchen during lulls."

"You thought you could fuck me over? Fuck my girl? You thought you could feed Cora secrets and I wouldn't know?"

"You saved me."

"I did,"

"And I’d do it again. Now come here and fuck me while hi...

"That's right, Little Fighter. Show that fucking bastard how good it feels to come on your own terms."

When he slipped down his black briefs, I gasped at the shiny metal piercing his hard, long cock.

If I was going to hell, then I'd ride the devil's lap on the way down.

Being desired by Malice was like a drug. Being protected by him was an indescribable high.

"You just don’t know it yet, but I’m your home. It’s okay, I’ll grow on you."

"You make me stronger. I’m not afraid to bring you here, because you make me feel like the strongest man in the room. I’m untouchable. Invincible. Ask me why?"

"Because I would burn the world to the ground before letting anything happen to you. I’d kill anyone, anything, that put you in danger."

And something told me I’d follow this man anywhere.

"I'm never letting you go," he said. "You're mine, Killer."

Anthony brought out my vulnerable side. My trauma. My broken innocence. He felt the safest to me because we bonded over our shared damage. He was the most open with me, and I saw parts of myself in the way he interacted with the world. He didn't make me feel crazy for still holding hope about my mother. He was my fly swatter. My harbinger of death.

William was my complex analytical side. Like me, he observed the world. He processed. He unpacked a situation and faded into the background. Restrained and secretive, I related to his martyrdom and the way he viewed the world. I wasn't sure if we had a future together. Of all the brothers, he felt the most betrayed by my inability to choose. I hadn't even seen him since the moment in his office. Breaking those pearls felt like breaking our relationship. I wasn't sure we would ever repair it.

And Malice, dark, dangerous Malice. He brought out my inner destructiveness, my power, my deepest, darkest curiosities. Every bit of my filthy soul, he dragged to the light. He personified my most thrilling nightmares. He coaxed passion from every pore in my body. Malice was the wildest...

And I did love him. I loved all of them. It was a whirlwind. Quick, reckless, and doomed from the start. There was no way that this could ...

"Juliet is my guest. That necklace is my gift to her. She will stay here indefinitely. I want everyone here to understand something. I'm not going to get tired of her tomorrow. Or the next day. Or the day after that. You know how stringently I protect the people I care about, so know that I won't hesitate to remove anyone in her life who threatens her happiness."

"That's what happens to broken, lonely little girls who grow up with nothing. They cling to the first sign of love and run with it, not giving a single fuck for all the red flags."

"The fact that you think I wouldn't burn down every fucking inch of this city to save you is ridiculous,"

"When we get home, I'm going to fuck you on every surface of my house. I'm going to make you come on my tongue again, and again, and again until you have some fucking sense."