Sadist (The Triarchy Collection #1)

by Chaos Davie

“You fucking psychopath.” I grinned at the sweating, crying man strapped to the floral yellow, blood-soaked lounge chair. “I mean…undiagnosed, but the signs are definitely not in my favor, Derek.”

“All you need to know right now, Sweets, is I’m the one who holds your chain. You don’t eat, drink, sleep, or even breathe unless I allow it. I may as well be your fucking god. Now, be a good girl and get some sleep while I figure out what I’m meant to do with you.”

Use those last two brain cells, rub them together, and figure it out.

Or…I could just read and not poke the concussed and irritable murder lesbian.

Where’s the fun in that?

But I felt it, the moment that tiny possessive ember caught fire, scorching every dark crevice of my soul in a wildfire that was Octavia Vanguard. My light in the dark.

🔥🔥

My girl didn’t like the dark, so I would give her the fucking sun.

😭❤️