Good Gone Bad (The Fallen Men, #3)

by Giana Darling

“You think I don’t know that under all that thorny sass you got a heart as tender as a budded rose, you can think again,” he said in that flat, sure tone.

“I want to apologize, but how can I when there are no words to erase what was done to you? You know, I’m a man of action, not words, Rosie, and fuck me, if I could, I would bring that bastard back to life and write a poem for you on his body with my fists and his blood. And you know, I’m not religious, because fuck that, but for you, I’d pay penance every day with a flogging, write lines until my fingers were numb and broken, self-flagellate until I was mutilated, if it meant taking this pain, this memory and especially, my part in it, away from you.”

“Got you tattooed over my heart, rebel girl. Don’t know if it gets more possessive than that.”

“I’d break my own heart a million times over if it meant keeping you alive.”

“This is the game we’re gonna play, rebel. You can sass me, fight me and disagree with me all day long. It’s you, and fuck knows, I like that. But now, when I’ve got my hands on your body, I’m your Dominant, and if you want my cock, you’ll fucking well have to earn it by being my good girl instead of my rebel one.”

If something happens to you ’cause I wasn’t there to protect you, you’re condemning me to a life of disability. I don’t mean physically, Rosie, what I mean is, if you die, I’ll go on breathing, but I won’t go on livin’ ’cause the most beautiful part of my life would have ceased to exist.”

“There’s a new steel butt plug at home with your fuckin’ name on it. Gonna use it to open up your sweet ass while I give my cock to your pussy, then I’m gonna give us both a treat by sinking my thick cock in your ass, four fingers in your cunt, my tongue in your mouth so you’re taking all of me, everywhere you can. Only then, when you’re takin’ all I have to give you like the good girl you are, am I gonna fuck you until the only thing you remember is how to scream my name.”