Hundreds (Dollar, #3)

by Pepper Winters

His care was all about raising me to be his equal because there I was strong enough to give him what he ultimately wanted.

Just like yesterday when he’d taken me, I needed his support to keep me in one piece. He shattered me but held me together in equal measures. My nemesis and saviour.

He had a soul. And it was a vibrant, throbbing thing visible, not just in his eyes, but in every nuance, kiss, and motion.

sadly. “I won’t have sex with you again because I could lose myself in you. I would become utterly, terribly addicted. Once I’d had you—fully had you where you wanted me as much as I wanted you—I’d never be able to stop. I’d fuck you every hour of every day. I’d forget to eat, sleep, breathe. All I would need is you. All I would want is you. And that sort of obsession is not healthy—for either of us.”

“I’ll tell you why you make me weak, Pim. You make me so fucking hard I can’t think straight. You crawl inside my mind when you have no right to do so. You intrigue me, confuse me, and make me contradict everything I know and believe. You corrupt me.”

“A soul is priceless and could never have a monetary sum attached. Net worth might make a difference in this life, but when we die, we’re all worth the same.”

“We’re worth the weight of what we leave behind. The people we’ve touched. The lives we’ve shared. The knowledge we’ve gathered and traded. Physically, we’re worth the dust our corpses turn into, but spiritually, we’re rich forever.”

We could find equal ground and ultimate pleasure. Or we could ruin one another in a rain of incompatible pain.

She might have just stolen a book, but to me…to me, she’d just stolen my heart.