The Red (The Godwicks, #1)

by Tiffany Reisz

“What is it you want from me?” “May I be blunt with you?” he asked. “I’d prefer it.” “I very much wish to fuck you.” She opened her mouth and said nothing.

*fans self

“Oh no!” Baby Blue cried. “He’s captured Sunshine!” “That’s impressive,” Pinky said from the floor. “Because she’s so fast?” Baby Blue asked. “Because it’s the middle of the night!”

It was an orgy of laughter, sensual and innocent and erotic all at once. How had he done it? Who were these beautiful girls? As she watched them fight and copulate, dance and kiss, she loved them all. They were finches. They were foxes. They were fools. And she was one of them.

“The things you do to me…I’d never dare dream them, much less do them. And yet, when I’m with you, there is no game I wouldn’t play, nothing of my body would I keep from you. You leave me and I go mad with waiting. You leave me and you are my every waking thought and my every sleeping dream. And if I knew when you were returning to me, I would count the minutes until I saw you again.” She paused. “No, that’s a lie.” “What’s the truth, Mona?” His voice was so soft and tender it hurt her. “I would count the seconds.”

What magic was it, what sorcery that could turn an act of violence and pain into an act of adoration and affection? It was alchemy, the art of turning base things into gold.

In hell where the sins of lust were punished, they said the lascivious damned tore each other apart with their desires, and the rent and bleeding pieces still found ways to meet and mate with each other. How was that hell, she wondered? These theologians had never met Malcolm.

Because impossible things didn’t happen and if they did they wouldn’t be impossible.