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Beauty is subjective.
Beauty is a strange concept for me. Black is beautiful, and dark chocolate with nuts can also be considered beautiful.
If he were a woman, he would be labelled a slut, but in his case, he’s called a playboy.
I’m allergic to his over-positivity,
I don’t want a fiancée. I just turned eighteen and I have this brilliant plan that starts with me staying single for the next fifteen years and shagging exotic girls all around the world. It’s not me, it’s you. Now, do me a favour and fucking disappear, mmkay?” He grins.
Her absence triggered something I don’t even like to think about. There was no safety or jasmine — just like that time.
I would never do that — be the source of Mum’s pain, I mean. She’s one of the few reasons why I stay afloat, and I can’t make things ugly for her.
I’ve finally gotten here, and no rich spoilt boy will take away my justice.
Back then, I could do nothing about it. Now, I’ll slaughter his legacy, crush his name, and make him bleed.
That’s right — my number. Needless to say, I’m the most popular.
That tiny girl with black hair and eyes, and possibly a black heart, has riled up a part of me I’ve been keeping hidden for so long I actually thought maybe it’d start disappearing,
“Give him something he doesn’t know about the subject of his obsession, though I doubt you have any valuables.”
Silver?
Teal insisted she doesn’t have a secret, but as I said, everyone does. And when I have hers, nothing will save her from me. She’ll wish she’d never said yes.
After all, it’s just a contract, a convenience, a link between our families and a thread to my plan. Nothing more or less.
I’ve had sex before, but I’ve never once had an orgasm or gotten wet enough to make the experience pleasurable.
This is different. This time, I consent to it. This time, I want it.
For the first time in my life, I had an orgasm, and he didn’t even have to touch my most intimate part.
But people like me aren’t supposed to have these things. They were stolen a long time ago, and like any missing object, it’s impossible to get them back.
“Bonsoir, ma belle.”
I never thought there would be a day when I’d consider Teal beautiful.
As she kneels in front of me, half-naked, her gown bunching around her waist and her huge black eyes staring up at me, I see it. Her beauty.
I’ve fucked more girls than I could count, and none of them — absolutely none — had this effect on my dick.
Since Cole’s family owns this business of debauchery, and he’s the one who accepted her application so soon, it didn’t take me long to not only become a member but to also have her as my first meal.
a thought I never had becomes my sole purpose in life. I want my teeth on that lip. I want to lick it, bite it, then devour it.
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.
I, Ronan Astor, the most attentive lover you could ever find, want to break someone — but not just anyone. Her.
They say you should find what you love and keep it close. The same can be said about what you hate.
the first person who made me feel. Really feel.
Ronan Astor is only a pawn in my game, a domino. That’s it. That’s all.
he always showcases that signature sickening smile. A smile that hides more than it shows.
My hand snakes under my pyjama shorts and cotton underwear to find my folds — my wet folds.
that I started to wonder if I’m somehow asexual.
What the hell is he doing to me? Why am I letting him? I pull my hand from between my sticky legs, feeling disgusted that I let him, a pawn, get to me this way. He won’t. Absolutely won’t.
I have never in my life been as hard as I was while her body was wrapped all over me. And I mean fucking never.
“Then continue. By all means, let’s see who’s the biggest exhibitionist between the two of us. For the record, I never lose.” Fuck. This girl.
“You don’t have to hide your crazy from me, ma belle. Show it, and I promise to feast on it.”
What type of logic is that? You’re okay with touching me when I’m not your fiancée but not the other way around? Ding dong, you finally figured it out. Why?
Now, it seems no one is my type. Correction — Ron Astor the Second thinks only one is his type, and there’s nothing I can do to change his mind.
I haven’t seen her laugh like that in…years. And the reason behind the laugh is none other than the tiny girl who’s crazier and prettier than I ever thought.
“I destroyed his walls and found the man under the surface, not the one he shows to the public, and that man inside is the one I never knew I needed. We’ve been married for twenty-three years, and they’ve been the happiest years of my life.”
He doesn’t deserve a mother like her just like Edric doesn’t deserve her as a wife.
I’m not prey. I’ll never be prey again.
If I’m sick and he’s attuned to my sickness, what does that make us?
How come he was completely off my radar and now he’s the only one on it? How come I see his face when I close my eyes at night and even dream about him?
“You know, it should stop me. It did in the past. I don’t make girls sore — I make fucking love to them, but not with you, belle. I want to fuck you like a dirty little whore.”
I’m a marionette in his hands, a wanton, willing marionette who can’t get enough.
For the first time in my life, I feel used, and yet so utterly pleased. That’s when I take the time to finally admit I’m in so much trouble.
It’s not a gift. It’s a commitment I made to myself when I decided I’d never be alone. Not for one second. Not even for a blink.
on my tongue. I can still hear her tiny voice saying I’ll be good. Fuck. I’ve never loved words as much as those, never thought of a girl as much as I do of her.
For me, shagging was another way to keep people close, to never spend nights alone.
