Distorted (Alabaster Penitentiary, #1)

by Nyla K.

He might be the one to settle my inner turmoil, and I think I could do the same for him. Maybe we’re two mangled, jagged pieces who could click together, despite all the fires burning around us.

I want Dascha Reznikov to be my broken toy, in all ways. And I have a habit of getting what I want, especially when it’s the thing that could be my untimely demise.

I don’t want him, and I don’t want him to want me. But I also don’t seem to want him to not want me. It’s very confusing.

He’s Satan. That’s who he is. I’ve been fucking around with Lucifer himself.

“Just because we’re broken, it doesn’t mean we need them to put us back together.”