A Worthy Opponent (Wicked Villains, #3)

by Katee Robert

I’ll kill this fucker before I let him touch her again.

Love that

“What kind of sick fuck gets off on fighting all the damn time?” I give her the look that statement deserves. “There are two of them in this room right now.” She makes an angry teakettle noise. “I don’t love you.” “Okay.” “I don’t.” “That’s fine.” She practically vibrates with rage. “Stop being so calm.” “I don’t know what you want me to say, beautiful girl.”

The vibes are immaculate

Tink takes a menacing step forward. “You … You …” I smirk. “I’m right here. No reason to mince words. Tell me what you really think.” I love it when she’s like this. A warrior woman who will take down anyone in her path with a few choice words. I must have a bit of a masochistic streak when it comes to Tink, because the meaner she is, the more I love it. The more I love her.

I barely wait for the door to swing shut to pull Tink into a hug. Tink goes rigid. “What the hell are you doing?” “It’s called comfort.” I don’t let go. She’s not fighting me; she’s fighting herself. I lean down a little and speak directly in her ear. “No one’s here but us. You don’t have to be strong right now. Let it out.” “Fuck … you.” The last word comes out as a sob. Then her arms are around my waist, and she buries her face against my chest.

🥹🥹

“Only you would fall kicking and screaming into love and then pout about it.” I move her hand from my mouth and press it back to my chest.

“Have a family with me. Make a home with me.”

Stop this is so wholesome??