Up in Smoke (King, #8)

by T.M. Frazier

I’m Hell on Earth. Brimstone and fire. Embers and ashes. I am motherfucking Smoke.

“You’re right,” I whisper. “I am a monster.” Roughly, I grab her chin, forcing her to look me in the eye. “I’m your monster.”

“Because you belong to me. Your fear, your anger, your fury, your fucking defiance. It all belongs to me. And nobody fucks with what’s mine but ME.”

“It’s only fair that I break you,” Smoke groans, seating himself fully inside me. He looks me in the eyes. “Since you’ve already broken me.”

“You wanted me to choose you, Hellion. Well, this is me...choosing you.” My. Fucking. Heart. Breaks.