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“Hell is empty and all the devils are here.” —William Shakespeare,
“Two things I hate are wasting my time and having to do something over again because I didn’t do it right to begin with.”
If I had it my way, Cain would feel for me a fraction of what I feel for him. But Cain’s never seen me that way and I don’t think he ever will.
“Well, if I’m an angel, what would that make you?” “Right now?” He leans in, his mouth a mere centimeter from the fluid I’m teasing him with. “The Devil.” He sucks my fingers into his mouth and groans. “Because one taste of you won’t be enough.”
His voice drops to a whisper and the tiny hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. “We both know you don’t hate me because I fucked your girlfriend…you hate me because I fucked her better and live my life the way you wish you had the guts to.”
“The only way to stop temptation is to give into it,”
And deep down, no matter how good we think we are…we’re all a little evil inside. The devil was once an angel.
I had to find out why my interest in him was becoming all-consuming. An unbearable itch that would kill me if I didn’t scratch it. And once I realized why…he didn’t stand a chance in hell of escaping me. He was mine the moment I decided I wanted him to be.
Sometimes the only difference between love and obsession is a broken heart.
