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August 13 - August 16, 2022
I always wondered what would happen if I bled wide open, and he wasn’t there to blot it up with his tongue or fingers or first aid kit. Guess now I have my answer.
“I’ll talk about my wife any way I please.
Raking my gaze down her body, I swallow, my cock weeping precum just at the thought of people bearing witness to the reclaiming of my wife.
I swear to God, up until this very moment, I’ve never believed in soul mates. Never thought myself worthy of having one, figuring that whoever would be unlucky enough to get stuck as mine would probably just avoid me altogether.
My soul mate. My fucking queen. My little Persephone.
I wonder if it felt this crippling for her, when I was the one who left.
“Lord, I hope that girl comes back to you.” Me too, Marcelline, but two weeks and no phone call? My odds aren’t looking great.
If she doesn’t show before our days are up, then I’ll go after her. Track her to the ends of the fucking earth and beg for her to return, if that’s what it takes. Until then, I wait.
You cannot love a person fully without knowing the darkness etched into their soul.
I want to know his so well that it becomes my darkness, too.
“Hope you liked being my captive before, because you’re damn sure not going anywhere now.” “So, no annulment?” “Absolutely fucking not.”