The Cruelest Chaos (Unsainted, #3)

by K.V. Rose

“I know a devil when I see one.” “And just how many devils have you met?” I ask her, leaning down close, the blade still against her neck. I hear her swallow. “Not many,” she admits, “but every time I look in the mirror, there’s one staring back at me.”

This isn’t some BDSM bullshit. I don’t play by any rules. There are no safe words here. She wants to get hurt, I’ll fucking hurt her.

when you’re raised with monsters, those with the dullest teeth seem the most angelic.

“That wasn’t an answer. Use your fucking mouth before I use it for you, Ella.”

Romantic comedies never have devils in them. It’s why they’re so easy for me to watch. I don’t get attached to the good guys.

“You’re so fucking cute when you’re moaning for me.”

Go bury your self-loathing into someone who can take it, because I can’t, Maverick. I fucking can’t because I hate myself enough for both of us.”

I would’ve given him anything he wanted. Any offering, any tithe. I would’ve given him my entire heart if he could’ve just given me something, too. Given me a piece of him buried beneath all that darkness. Given me something to hold onto.

“Hate me. Hurt me. Heal me,” he says again. “Well, come on, baby. Play God with me.”

I don’t wanna go anywhere you’re not going, even if you take me straight to hell.

“Because you’re never fucking leaving me. It’s me and you, now, baby, and that means I can do whatever the fuck I want to you, whenever I want.”

the worst thing I ever did was born from love and ended in death.

“There’s no difference between love and hate, Mavy. The opposite of those is indifference,

Sometimes you leave the things you love, to keep them safe from just how strong your love can be. Because you love them enough to save them from yourself.

I realize that love is strange. It can be mad, and it can be a cruel sort of chaos. It can be violent and terrible and damaging.

What I didn’t get was that…it’s okay. It doesn’t matter how awful it is. There is no right way to love. There’s no wrong way, either, not really. It’s out of our hands.