Vicious (Sinners of Saint, #1)

by L.J. Shen

Because moments like these reminded me that my life was hard, but not bad. There was a difference between the two. A hard life equaled a life full of obstacles and challenging moments but also full of people you loved and cared about. A bad life equaled an empty life. One that wasn’t necessarily hard or challenging but was devoid of the people you loved and cared about.

Spending time with my staff reminded me why humans were my least favorite creatures.

You were so clean, and I was filthy. I guess I wanted to dirty you up.

He was toxic, poison, and he was going to kill everything beautiful in my life if I let him. He was the storm to my cherry blossoms.

Lust is when you want the person to make you feel good. Love is when you want to make the other person feel good.

You were always mine. —Black

I decided to personally deliver the check, because I was nice like that.

“I want you,” he said simply. “Just you. Nothing else. Only ever you,” he breathed out in pain, closing his eyes. “Fuck, Emilia. You.”

“Ask me what I want again,” I said softly, and she grinned, pressing her lips to my chest through my tee. “What do you want?” she murmured. Her hair smelled fantastic. Like flowers and how my fucking pillow was going to smell tonight. “Nothing. I’m done wanting things. I have everything I need now. Ask me how I feel.” “How do you feel?” “In love.” I breathed hard, burying my face in her hair. “I feel in love, and it’s you that I love. So fucking much.”