Nasty (Dirty Nasty Freaks, #2)

by Callie Hart

“You’re a weapon, Sera. You were forged in fire. When you remove a weapon from the flames, it becomes even stronger. Sharper. A hundred times more lethal than it ever was before. And it misses the burn.

“I’m not going to ask you to collar the monster inside you, because I already know it, and it’s a part of you,”

I’m not just here to whisper sugar and honey into your ears. I want your dark and ugly, as well as your beautiful and bright.

There isn’t a thing you could share with me that would come close to breaking me. I’d never judge you. I’d never pity you. I’d never feel sorry for you—”

“Why the fuck would I feel sorry for you?” he said, shrugging. “You’re not a weak person. Whatever happened to you hasn’t broken you, Sera. You’re a force to be reckoned with. Whatever shitty, hellish experiences you’ve had in the past have forged you into this relentless, empowered, fierce individual. You’re unstoppable.”

I always wanted a girl who would pull at the leash. And now I had a woman who refused to wear one altogether. She was fucking perfect.

“When you’re with me, you’re not vulnerable. When you’re with me, you are safe. When you’re with me, you will never be alone. And as for your heart, Sera, I’ll make sure it’s beating too fast for you to ever feel it ache again.”

A lot of people in my position might never have been able to even have sex again, but I’d railed against that notion. If I’d refrained from sex, I would have been denying myself my own right to pleasure, and I had refused to do that. I would have been giving power to those who had sought to steal it from me forever.