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This scenario has existed in every night terror, in every sleep paralysis where he sat on my chest like a fucking grim reaper. He stole my breath, my life, my damn existence. And now, I’ll steal his. My name is Teal Van Doren, and I’m a thief.
Some are born for peopling; I was born for anything that doesn’t include that.
I have my world, and no one is welcome in.
In between, there’s chaos, but chaos doesn’t come randomly.
I’m at the beginning phase, where the smallest action can trigger a bloody battle.
I stole his will, his future, and soon enough, his life will follow. I have a secret, I’m a thief. Ronan Astor is my next target.
As well as my future husband.
Beauty is subjective.
The best thing about laying plans is to follow through with them. Everything is a domino; once one falls, the others soon follow.
“Run, ma belle.”
“I might be interested.” Cole raises an eyebrow. “Depending on the circumstances.” “You keep your kinky shit away from me, Captain,” I warn.
“Are you sure?” Cole drawls. “You never know when it’ll be useful.”
Is it sick to want something that used to terrify the fuck out of me?
One day, I don’t know when, but I’m going to grab her by that throat and
The moment she gasps, I crush my lips to hers. She tastes like…madness, the type you can never get away from or with. It’s the type that gets under your skin, and soon enough, you don’t know whether you’re losing your sanity or your life.
They say you should find what you love and keep it close. The same can be said about what you hate.
My little crazy beauty.
“You don’t have to hide your crazy from me, ma belle. Show it, and I promise to feast on it.”
He’s a pawn, just a damn pawn.
But sometimes, pawns can flip the entire game.
“That’s why I want you to keep an open mind, chérie. You never know what you’ll find unless you destroy some walls.”
And then he’s back to lapping against my folds fast and hard. As if that isn’t enough to drive me insane, his tongue thrusts in and out of my opening suggestively, fucking me, devouring me. “You’re so delicious, belle. I could eat you all day long.”
If you offer a god a sacrifice, he’ll let you go.
Holy shit. I might need my therapist after this.
“Today, when you walked in on me and that girl, I wasn’t hard for her. I was hard for you.” Thrust. “I wanted to fuck you.” Thrust. “Ruin you.” Thrust. “Own you.”
He’s my enemy. He should be my enemy. But as he fucks my mouth, uses it, brutalises it, I can’t help asking for more, wanting more.
He says he owns me, but I’m owning him as much as he owns me.
I am the slave of what I have spoken, but the master of what I conceal.
I’m at the Meet Up and I kicked everyone out to smoke weed and think about you in peace. I miss you and I’m going to fuck you when I find you, my crazy belle. Oh, and my calls have started with the PI. I’m going to convince Ethan to file a missing person report. You’re going down. I fucking miss you, though.
Because the truth is, he’s not normal, and neither am I. And maybe, just maybe, that’s completely fine.
“You think I’m crazy?” My voice is barely above a whisper, and I hate it. “I don’t think it. I know it.” This time he does run his finger over my lips as if he’s smearing my lipstick, just like
that first time he touched me in the library. “And I want every last bit of your craziness.”
“Mine. Only fucking mine,” he growls before he claims my lips in an animalistic kiss.
“Well, some philosopher Cole reads about says you can fight pain with smiles.”
That was the only way for me to survive. What I never thought about was
Around him I become this junkie in need of one more hit, one more smile. One more touch.
I know I have no choice in this addiction. It’s the type you just surrender to. You fall into it and let yourself float.
“I’m only sure about one thing, and it’s you, Teal. I have no doubt you’ll get through this. Do you know why?” Something stings my eyes, and I refuse to believe it’s tears. “Why?” “Because you’re the strongest person I know.”
Fuck people. He’s the only one who’s visible in the crowd. Even if things between us started for the wrong reasons.
She’s bloody crazy, and her crazy is becoming my kink.
All disasters start with a change. Like that night.
There’s only her, the girl with odd preferences and a fucking attitude.
As long as he looks at me, I pathetically feel like maybe everything will be okay. No, maybe not pathetically, but magically. So…magically.
“Too bad, because you’re going to listen, Teal. You’re going to listen to the story of a boy who hates himself so much he needs other people in order to exist.”
“Here’s the thing, belle.” My voice drops. “Since you came into my life, I don’t need people anymore. I just need you.”
“Have I mentioned today how much I love you, Ronan?” “I must’ve forgotten.”
“I love you,” she whispers in my ear. “Not more than I love you, ma belle.”
