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He embedded himself into my heart and I sewed my name across his limbs. We fight a lot, but we love hard and when it comes to him and me, one cannot exist without the other.
I’d like to say that I didn’t think Royce had it in him to seriously kill someone, but if you give him something worth dying for, he will kill for them.
“He is going to be alright. You know there’s no way that stubborn fucker will let you walk this earth without being able to protect you.”
There, standing in front of me, is Royce Kane. My stomach hits the floor and my cheeks flare to life. I can feel my blood drain all the way to the tips of my toes when our eyes connect. My heart slows in my chest. The hate is still there, the anger and pain, but now there’s something else happening. Something I’m not ready to acknowledge yet. His ice-blue eyes. Colder than the Atlantic Ocean, but hotter than the pits of Hell. His dark, unruly hair looks like his hands have brushed through it one too many times, and his big, lean body towers over everyone in the room—including the room itself.
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His ice-blue eyes. Colder than the Atlantic Ocean, but hotter than the pits of Hell.
If she wasn’t my foster sister, I’d have that parked on my shit for at least two business days.
He’s god awfully more beautiful than I remember. His features are pretty, but then someone came along and cut all the hard edges into them. The tattoos only accentuate his personality. It is as though he was always meant to have the tattoos.
“Check beneath your bed tonight, Duchess.” He leans down until his lips are near my ear. “Because I will be the monster lurking beneath it. Everywhere you go, I’ll be there. Who you talk to, I’ll know.”
I don’t know where Royce has gone, but there’s one thing that I do know, and that’s that no matter what he says, I don’t think he would let anyone hurt me. He may be a cruel god, but he’d never let his disciples hurt me. At the very least, I’m willing to test that theory.
Royce is a nightmare wrapped in a dream, but Wicked is the Devil’s pet.
God, Royce. So damn beautiful it aches my soul. When I was a teenager, I thought that ache was butterflies, but now, what I feel isn’t butterflies in my belly. It’s my soul exploding from beneath my skin and not having anywhere for the shrapnel to escape to. It’s everything that should kill you but doesn’t, instead it lingers within your veins, spreading poison.
Royce Kane is not for one girl, he’s for every girl. He’s your mom’s secret fantasy and your father’s insecurity.
The Royce I know would have already punched Jensen, but I guess he’s not the same boy I knew. He’s more composed. More in control. He’s a weapon that’s been sharpened and only utilized to cause mass destruction. I’m in trouble.
I don’t give a fuck who you fuck in your free time, where you stay, or…” He pauses, licks his bottom lip and then catches it with his teeth. His grip around my throat tightens. “Or how fucking good my hand looks around your throat. Now swing those fucking legs over my bike.”
“The only thing you’re riding tonight that isn’t me, is my bike. Now get the fuck on, and maybe, just maybe, I’ll take you back to your dorm tomorrow.”
“Your kid is lucky.” Shoving my phone into my back pocket, his next words halt me. “How do you know that? I could be the worst thing that ever happened to that kid.” My fingers flex in my hands. “Impossible.” “How so?” he asks, flashing me a crooked grin. “Because I know what that looks like, and you don’t have his smile.”
“If anyone has hurt you while I’ve been away.” His mouth slams closed and the muscles on either side of his jaw pulse. “I’ll fucking kill them, and that’s not a threat. That’s a goddamn promise.”
“You’re not the only one with secrets, Royce.” He tilts his head, the veins in his neck swelling to the surface. “What’s that supposed to mean, Jade?” I don’t miss the bite in his tone. “See, when you say shit like that, it makes me want to kill people. Do you understand my problem here?” “You’re too pretty for jail?” I joke sadly, smirking. “No.” His eyes fall to my lips when my tongue slides over them. “I never get caught.”
Sloane: You and Royce have the longest sex buildup in history. I feel like when you both finally fuck, he’s going to accidentally kill you.
I wouldn’t tell Royce anything anyway, but the problem with that is that Royce and I usually pick up on each other’s feelings. We were linked from birth, and I fear that the more time we spend around one another, the quicker our souls are figuring that out.
We were linked from birth, and I fear that the more time we spend around one another, the quicker our souls are figuring that out.
before his fingers flex around the back of my neck and he forces my face up to his. Nose to nose. My eyes plunge to his lips, my breathing stops. I squeeze the cigarette
me. I’m addicted to Royce Kane, and if you try to lock me in a rehab clinic, I’ll only find my way back to him. You can’t separate fate, no matter how hard you fuck it.
I’m addicted to Royce Kane, and if you try to lock me in a rehab clinic, I’ll only find my way back to him. You can’t separate fate, no matter how hard you fuck it.
Kissing never made sense to me. It was something that seemed redundant. I didn’t want bitch’s lips on mine, I’d much rather them be wrapped around my cock, but I dropped the ball. I got out of hand, by the same hands that always wanted to fix me. Fix my problems. Tell her my secrets, or fuck, just look me right in the eye and conjure my soul to give them all to her. That’s what Jade is to me. She’s a walking, talking, fucking witch that is everything my soul wants and craves. My body craves her, but my soul fucking needs her. Having her lips on mine was every fucking thing I thought it would
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I got out of hand, by the same hands that always wanted to fix me. Fix my problems. Tell her my secrets, or fuck, just look me right in the eye and conjure my soul to give them all to her. That’s what Jade is to me. She’s a walking, talking, fucking witch that is everything my soul wants and craves. My body craves her, but my soul fucking needs her.
I know why I’m more threatened by Wicked than I am of any of the others here, and that’s because the other two have always looked at Jade as their own sister. None of them have ever tried to get with her, nor would they. Jade Olivia Kane had my name stamped over her fucking ass as a newborn baby, and there wasn’t a damn fucking thing she could do to remove it. I knew it. Our friends knew it. Hell, our fucking parents knew it.
Wicked is a tank, and he knows how to fight and hold his own, but make no mistake, I can fucking take him. You give a man something worth fighting for and he’ll fight to the death. Jade is fight bait for me. You hang her sexy ass up in front of me and I’ll kill anyone who dares come near her.
You give a man something worth fighting for and he’ll fight to the death. Jade is fight bait for me. You hang her sexy ass up in front of me and I’ll kill anyone who dares come near her.
“Not blind, brother, I’m fucking focused. You hang that girl over anything that you think I can’t kill, fuck, or fight, and you can bet your bottom dollar that I will slaughter, wreck, and knock out. She isn’t my blind spot.” I chuckle, running my finger over my bottom lip. “She’s the fucking switch to my rage. She is what makes me fucking crazy. She is what I rip for. So I’ll ask you one more time, and brother or not, I will fucking murder you.”
“You’ve fucked me before, Roy. You know how I like it.” He bites down on his lower lip. “Touché.” His other hand comes to the front of my throat. “One more thing. I have a kink for the color purple.” My brows furrow, and before I can connect the dots in my head, his grip around my throat tightens, cutting off any chance of me breathing. Got it. Loud and clear.
He kisses my head. “You’re going to tell me who that man is, Duchess, and I’m going to make sure he knows exactly who he just fucked with.”
“How fucking hot is he!” Silver gasps, juggling Boujee on her knee. “Ye—” A hand comes to the front of my throat from behind, and I’m momentarily in shock by the power convulsing against my back. My head is jerked back until I’m looking up at Royce from behind me, his brows raised. “He’s what, Duchess? Continue what you were gonna say and see what happens.”
“Say any other man is hot, and I’ll shove my cock so far down your pretty little throat that you’ll be eating through a straw for the next month.”
Stay away from girls with dark hair and bright eyes. Their soul will always battle between good and bad.”
“Wrong. It’s the taste of a man who will kill anyone who crosses his path during his hunt of catching you.”
don’t think anyone will walk that path, Roy.” “Hmmm?” he asks, his voice drunk with sleep. I’ve realized sleepy Royce is my favorite Royce, as the tip of his finger runs circles on my arm. “No one will take that path.” “Why’s that?” he asks sleepily, his lips now relaxed against my forehead. “Because one look at both of us and people know it’s only supposed to be us on that road.” His finger stops moving before his lips cushion against my forehead, setting a fucking army of butterflies soaring in my belly. “Sleep, Duchess.” “Because tomorrow’s not guaranteed?” I joke, my eyelids heavy. “Every
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“No one will take that path.” “Why’s that?” he asks sleepily, his lips now relaxed against my forehead. “Because one look at both of us and people know it’s only supposed to be us on that road.”
“Every single day that I’m breathing means your days are guaranteed. Sleep.”
She’s not just my rock, she’s my whole fucking world. I knew that from day one. My life began with her, and it’ll end with her.
“She will never be yours. You may have been able to get me away from her, but it’s my name she went to sleep whispering at night, and it’s my name she screams when I’m between her thighs, and it’s my name that is engraved into her heart. All you did was fuck with fate.”
“She was going to be better than Olivia ever was, and for a brief moment, she was—” “—until I came back.” I smirk at Kyle, taking the seat that Lion was on, directly opposite him. “Hmm,” Kyle grunts. “Why was that?” I lean forward. “Because you can’t fuck with fate.”
She has always been the crux of my pain, but around that crux, we had a life together.
Jade is the one person on this earth that I would straight-up kill, die, bend, snap, do anything for. She had me at her feet, ready to do whatever she wanted,
“You thinking of running from me anytime soon?” I shake my head, biting down on his thumb. “Good.” “Why?” I ask once his thumb is out. He shrugs. “Don’t feel like chasing, and I will chase you if you run.”
As a brother, he kept me safe, but as a lover, he keeps me sane.
“What are we?” It’s a question I should have been thinking about a lot more often than I have. Silence. His shoulders are shaking and it’s not until I pull away from him slightly and glare up at him from below that I realize he’s laughing. “What’s funny!” I shove him. “Oh nothing,” he says casually. “It’s just amusing that you think you’ll ever have a life outside of me.”
“You’re mine, Duchess. In every fucking way that is possible for a woman to be owned by a man. You’re mine.” “Like, girlfriend, or like, old lady, or fiancée?” His eyes close as he attempts to contain his laugh. I shove him again. “Shut up, Roy! Your world is weird.” His voice is hoarse from his laughing, his hard chest against mine. “Jade.” He kisses me. “All of the above.” My insides melt.
Wish I could say I never thought I’d have Jade sitting on my lap, all wrapped up in me, but I’d be lying. Her and I, it was inevitable. Bound to happen, it was just a matter of when time matched fate.
Careful who you fall in love with, every girl has a crazy best friend. And if she doesn’t? She is the crazy best friend.
