More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
“How far can I go, Juliet? How hard can I push you? What if I killed you and kept you forever? Pretty little doll locked up in my freezer. A fuck toy I can pull out whenever I want.”
homie?
“Don’t ever run from me again,” Anthony said in a sinister voice in my ear. He shook his head, as if trying to clear dark thoughts from his mind. “You know what, Juliet?” he asked. “The dead can’t love me back, but they can’t run away, either.” And with that, Anthony slammed his mouth to mine.
“Pretty and dead…” I ran harder. He had his hand wrapped around my girl’s slender neck. “Pretty and dead…” He fucked her against a rough, cold tree. Eyes closed. Head tossed back. There was no awareness on his part. “Pretty and dead…” Those words in his haunted voice were ringing in my head.
“You ruin everything!” I screamed so hard that my face felt hot.
“Why am I like this?”
“Do you trust me, Juliet?” “I do.” “Do you love me, Juliet?” I reached up and kissed him. “I do,” I whispered over his lips reverently.
Malice and I had become pen pals. Except we weren’t writing letters, we were just mailing a necklace back and forth. Every night, I’d drop it off in his mailbox, and every morning, it would be back in mine.
“I’ll punish you, if that’s what you really want. But I’d much rather love you instead.”
Gentle, gentle, gentle. In and out. In and out. I was going to do better. I was going to be better. I was going to be worthy of this beautiful woman I didn’t deserve.
Vicky was a motherfucking liar. Anthony was a dead man. William was about as useful as wet tissue paper, and my ass? My pathetic ass was pussy-whipped.
