The Cruelest Chaos (Unsainted, #3)

by K.V. Rose

He likes using me. I like using him. But neither of us are willing to cross that line. To submit to the other, dig out the glass in our soul and offer up the glittering, bleeding pieces that make us who we are. I let him do anything he wants to me. He does anything I ask.

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