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No one in their right mind—or un-right one—would ever fully trust him.
And if I can’t kill you, then I can’t kill them. And you freaking shot me.”
“Oh, get over the bullet wound already, will you? You saw what I did to Aaron, and he isn’t even holding a grudge!”
“This is a stupid argument. I’m holding a cookie and a punch in the face, and I’m giving you the cookie, and you’re mad because you didn’t get to choose.” “Yes.” “Women.” “Douche-canoe.”
“Nine hours with you at my mercy. Whatever will we do to pass the time, sweetheart?” Cora groaned.
“We have another seven hours to kill. What am I going to do for fun if I can’t tease you?”
Then she realized…he wasn’t just practicing. He was putting on a show. For her.
She squeaked as he lay back and plopped his head in her lap. “Excuse me.” She shot him a look. “I’m tired after performing.” He looked up at her with a lazy smile. “I do enjoy a mid-afternoon nap.” “You’re joking.”
“Well, I won’t be able to sleep if you keep talking.” “Get your head off my lap, Simon.” “No. I’m comfortable.”
“No one’s my type, Simon.” “Really? Is that true?” He watched her for a moment, a wry smile creeping slowly over his features. “And here I thought I was on the verge of getting you to succumb to me. For shame.”
“What if I like having you tied to a post?” “I’m sure you do, you pervert,
“I swear, Cora, no one in this park suffers worse than I.”
“You’re awfully melodramatic for someone who has me tied to a post.”
don’t belong to you.” “I beg to differ.”
He tore you apart, and I will be the one to put the porcelain pieces back together. Only me, and no one else. I’m so very good at gluing shards of broken things together. Trust me…I’ve done it to myself plenty of times.”
I’m going to lose what’s rest of my mind if she doesn’t let me have her soon.
“You’re such a ham, Simon.” “I’m not sure if I enjoy that nickname. I call you cupcake. At least those are cute, sweet, and delectable treats. Hams are…fat and greasy.”
Goodness me, I really do have a crush, don’t I?
Cora was entertaining. She was beautiful. And the act of slowly seducing her to his side was immensely enjoyable.
“I do think I like it when you beg.”
Show me all the fire and spite you have, cupcake. I think it turns me on.
“You’re a pervert and an asshole.” “We’ve covered both of these things.”
First a ham, and now a pig. Have I put on weight?
“I can’t decide who’s the bigger pervert. You or your shadow.”
“Do you know how badly I want to slap that stupid goddamn grin off your fucking face?”
She mimed extending the telescoping selfie-stick out to a greater length. “Humanity deserves to die a slow and painful death.”
“I can tell you what I want it to be. It mostly involves you hanging from strings. Naked.”
“A lot of guys would pretend they were after more than just a quick fuck if they thought it got them what they wanted.” Murmuring into his beer, she almost missed what he said. “Who said I was going to make it quick?”
“The fact of the matter, Cora dear, is that I seem to find you less insufferable than all the other idiots who make up this park. Perhaps I’m simply tired of talking to myself”—he
but I…enjoy being around you. That is before you factor in that I’d very much like to tie you up and rut you so hard you cry out your own name.”
He kissed her shoulder.
“I don’t think I’ve ever wanted someone so badly as I want you, Cora.
no one to help you. No one to hold you. No one but me.”
“It makes perfect sense. Isn’t that the definition of insanity? To do the same thing twice and expect a different response?”
“That’s it, cupcake, let it all out,” he urged. “Keep going.”
She let him pull her against him in a hug. He cradled the back of her head in his hand and tucked her under his chin.
“You can punch me some more if it’ll make you feel better.” “It kinda did.”
He sat her down on the bed and knelt, taking her shoes off and tossing them aside.
And here, kneeling at your feet like a fool, is someone who has come to value you highly enough to refuse the idea of turning you into one of his dolls. Twice. That is no small feat.”
Simon was right. She hated it, but he was. She wouldn’t ever tell him—his ego was a disaster enough as it was.
Do not mistake me—it is better to hate your cage and search for something more than to be complacent.
Hate your cage. Find another. Build it with your own bare hands if you must—but understand that it is a cage all the same. Embrace it. Fashion it with pride. Make it your home. There is no such thing as freedom for our species.
