The Cruelest Chaos (Unsainted, #3)

by K.V. Rose

But when Connor picks me up, I can’t help but glance around the dirt driveway my trailer is on, think about Maverick maneuvering his stupid car over the potholes. Think about him pushing his stupid bowl of food over to me. Think about his hands on my throat. All the stupid bruises he’s left on my body. How can someone be both so brutal and so…kind? Maybe I’m just fucked in the head to think anything he did was kind. I toss Connor a smile and he smiles back, warmth in his gaze. That’s kindness. He’s the type of boy I should crawl into bed with. He wouldn’t even leave a single mark. Tragic.

I duck out of his grip, grab a box of rainbow-colored puffs, chunk them in the cart. “Why’re we here?” He puts two more boxes of the same cereal on top of mine. “You’re eating all the food in my damn house.” I feel myself flushing, but he tips my chin up, noticing. “I don’t care, Ella,” he says, like he really doesn’t. “As long as I can eat you in my house, too.” I blush harder, and I know my face is the shade of a tomato, but he pulls me in by the throat and kisses me, hard, right on the lips. My heart flutters a little, and not for the first time, I wonder what the fuck I’m doing with this dangerous boy.