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“If you’re looking for Prince Charming and I’m your best shot, you are in a truly dire situation.”
“I spend every day of my life with people who like the look of a mask I wear, Zoey. You’re the only person who likes what’s underneath better.”
“Do you want me to fight tonight?” I inquire. Carter shakes his head. “Nah. I want to make love to you tonight.”
“That’s why you’re my favorite sociopath,” I inform him. His arm tightens around me and he jokes, “I better be. I’m not afraid to take out the competition.”
“You need someone who stimulates you, not someone who puts you to sleep. You might not want to admit it, but you liked all my fucking damage. You craved my depravity. You don’t want a good guy, Zoey. You want me.”
I’d like to scratch your face off.” “How ’bout you drag those nails down my back instead?” he suggests.
When most boys screw up, they send flowers. Carter sends chaos.
I love being the place he puts his darkness. I love being the keeper of the secret of who Carter really is. I love him, dammit. I didn’t entirely mean it when the words slipped out that night in a post-orgasmic bliss bubble, but God help me, I do. I love Carter Mahoney, and that means I am well and truly fucked.
“Even if I mean it. I would rather you force me than sleep with someone else. I know you’d take care of me after, if something went wrong. Whatever happens between you and me, I can handle. I just don’t want you with anyone else.”
“Do you know what you’ve done, princess? You just gave me the keys to the kingdom. There’s no stopping me now.”
