Vicious (Sinners of Saint, #1)

by L.J. Shen

“If I answer your question,”

“you’ll get all feisty again. You blush every time you look directly at my face, so I’d advise against asking me about what I have in mind. Don’t tempt me, Help. I’d be happy to help you stain your pristine criminal record with a public indecency charge.”

I had rules, and I didn’t break them.

Things were my way or the highway.

Number two: contrary to popular assumptions, I was capable of love.

Even after the car accident, when she became a quadriplegic, we still did this. Only she didn’t sit on the sofa anymore. But I’d humor her, reading Little Women and Wuthering Heights for her aloud. Needless to say, they weren’t my style. But that smile…her smile was definitely worth the hassle.

I tried to pretend she didn’t exist too, but of course I couldn’t. Because she was fucking everywhere. I thought about her even when technically I didn’t think about her.

She was mine.

She liked him, but there was no fire. Her eyes burned for me. Only for me.

Only she was never his. She was always mine.

“Come to dinner with me,” I said instead. I was breaking so many rules at once, my head spun like a motherfucker. (1) No dating. (2) No dating Help. (3) No risking getting attached. (4) No deliberately putting myself in a vulnerable position.

She released a breath, lolling her head to the side. “I’m going to regret this.”

“Probably,” I agreed. “But it’ll be worth it.”

I was starving for her.

“Emilia.”

“I don’t give a fuck who sees us, and it’s probably better if they know not to fuck around with what belongs to me.”

“Fuck the rules. I own the company.”

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

He was light in a dark fog. But I knew better than everyone how bad the gorgeous dancing flames in him could burn.

“Patience can go fuck itself. Wherever we’re stopping, it better be comfortable, because I’m tasting you there.”

Apologize for not being mine when you should’ve been. Because Emilia, baby…”

“It was always fucking us and you know it.”

“May I?” I asked. Why the fuck did I ask? When did I start asking for stuff, anyway?

“Don’t,”

I barked.

“I’ll ...

“...

She smiled into one of our dirty,...

“And I’d prefer not to come in your hand like a t...

“Ask me nicely, or I’ll ...

Was she fucking threa...

“You’re going to ...

Like a pussy, I gave her what...

“Fine, fuck. ...

“Please ...

she teased, and holy hell, she was filthier than I’d imagined. Not at all the innocent ...

“Ple...

“Don’t let me come all over ...

And I was fucked. So. Fucking. Fucked.

She was a fantasy, and like all fantasies, she was meant to be savored, cherished, and treated with caution and respect.

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.

I needed her but I knew I’d die before admitting that simple fact aloud.

No matter the outcome of the will, I couldn’t see letting her walk out of my life. Not again.

I no longer wanted it to stop. I was going after her. And fuck the consequences.

Can you tell the difference between love and lust? —Black

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

And if I want to hurt the person, is that hate? —Black

No, it’s pain. You want to inflict pain on the person who caused you to hurt. I think if you hate someone, you just want them gone. Do you really hate me, Black? —Pink

Open when you feel like you might forgive me.

You were always mine. —Black