The Cruelest Chaos (Unsainted, #3)

by K.V. Rose

People usually talk before they fuck, right? How many minutes is standard? Two?

It occurs to me that she might fucking stab me or something when I get to her. But then it occurs to me that, well, I might not mind that.

She’s fucking smiling while I hold a knife to her throat.

Clearly, I’m so fucking desperate for affection that I’ll let myself be used by anyone that gives me the slightest amount of attention, good or bad.

And what surprises me even more is that I like when he’s nice just as much as I like when he’s mean.

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