I Dare You (Dare, #1)

by Shantel Tessier

Now, I’m not a religious person. Obviously. But I do know this. When I am damned to hell, it’ll be because I fucking earned it.

“You wore red for me again, sweetheart. You wanted my attention. And you got it. Now what are you gonna do with it?”

“I wanna watch tears roll down your beautiful face because I think you’re gorgeous when you cry. I wanna see blood on your flawless skin because you look like a priceless work of art. And I wanna look down at you while you’re on your knees because you want to please me.”

“You better make sure you kill me, sweetheart. Because you won’t get a second chance.” “I’ll only need one,” she assures me. I have no doubt.

I’m gonna bring this bastard to his knees even if it means I have to stay on mine.

She can’t scream if her mouth is full. She can’t beg if she can’t speak. I want her cries of pleasure—her begging me for more—more than I want her on her knees at this moment. And I always get what I want.

“It’s not my fault you spread your legs for the devil, sweetheart. That’s all on you.”

This man is the devil himself, but I’ve never been afraid of hell.