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The vitriol that spews from my mouth flares hotter than any fire. May it burn him as badly as he has burned me.
He’s a scary, terrifying king. But bright side? He can sure wear a pair of pants.
The Golden King wants to pluck my strings and make me sing. So I’ll sing.
pushin the king midas and the golden harp myth here
There’s no mistaking it. Right now, at my weakest and my most vulnerable, the truth lies bare, like a maiden stripped down to nothing. No matter how many times I try to lie to myself, no matter how many times I try to shove him out of my mind, the truth is in the blush of my skin and the ache of my chest. This male with the bottomless eyes has already snared me.
We kiss like two stars colliding, our heat flaring with the threat to burn, while the cold world around us fades in our light. We kiss like we need the taste of one another or we’ll never be able to emerge from the dark.
“Do you want that grotesque, ugly, spiked-up, magic-tainted monstrosity to bend you over and fuck you like a whore?”
“Why the fuck is there a bruise on your cheek?”
“Auren,” he rasps, just a slip of my name that somehow sounds like a promise rent from his soul.
You’re not the villain in my story.” “I am,” he says without remorse, his sharp jaw tight with tension. “But I’ll be the villain for you. Not to you.”
Time crawls. With bent knees and flat palms, it skulks forward with a painful, pitiful drag, scraping at my nerves as it goes.
“I’ve wanted you since the moment I laid eyes on you, Goldfinch.
“Every piece, every memory, every minute, every inch. This isn’t going to be some casual dalliance. This isn’t going to be temporary. I want you soul, mind, and body. I want your trust and your thoughts. I want your past, your present, your future. So make very certain that you want me for the right reasons. Be certain that you’re choosing this, because once you do, there’s no turning back.”
“Love happens in all kinds of ways. Fast. Slow. In bits and pieces, or immediate. Filled with lust, one-sided longing, a snap realization never noticed before. Deeply. Thoroughly. Love is a whisper we didn’t hear or a sound that drums in our ears and drowns out everything else.”
“Don’t say love.” “Why not?” “Because,” I huff out, feeling overwhelmed. “That’s... I don’t have the best history with that particular word, so I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t say it.” The bastard grins. “We’ll work on that.”
“We can play this push and pull game for a little bit longer if you prefer. I enjoy our verbal sparring. The challenge makes the reward that much sweeter. But we both know it’s just a matter of time before I have you under me, spread out and gloriously naked with your sunlit skin pressed against mine as I take you hard and slow.”
Carnal amusement crosses his expression. “Oh, Goldfinch, if you think that was crass, then you don’t want to know the things I’m thinking, because they’re positively filthy
“It’s fucking torture to have you stand there and tell me you want me, and not be able to do anything about it. But I’m a patient male, and as soon as I’m able, I’m going to touch and taste every inch of you. I’m going to have you writhing and begging, and I’ll give you every bit of pleasure I can wring from your delectable body,”
“I can’t wait to thread my fingers through every strand,” he tells me. “To twist it around my fist and tip your head back so I can look you in the eye as I take you from behind.”
“You look good against that wall, but you’re going to look even better pinned up against it while I fuck you.”
My face heats, and Slade begins to pace in front of me like a wild animal waiting for the bars of time to drop away.
“You’ll like this mouth plenty when I lick your clit until you scream.”
“When you called me by my name for the first time, all I could think was that I wanted to hear you say it while I was buried deep inside of you.”
“Shit,” Judd says in a groan. “Rip is being fucking cute, and it’s making me want to vomit.”
“I want to breathe you in,” he counters. “Your every exhale, your aura, your very essence. I don’t want to miss a single part of you.”
ESSENCE!
“Awful presumptuous to think I’ll be sleeping with you, Commander Rip.” “Call it presumptuous all you like,” he replies smoothly. “We both know I’m going to be buried inside of you soon.”
“Good girl,” he growls against me, masculine pride jutting through his voice. “Your taste is my new favorite flavor. I want you on my tongue every night.”
“Don’t be greedy, Goldfinch. Just take what I give you.”
“I should make you writhe and beg for hours
“Harder, baby. Fuck yourself on me harder,”
Imagine what women could do if we started being loyal to each other?
Slade turns to face me, eyes drawn in like shutters. “Don’t,” I whisper. “I won’t let him make you into the villain.” A gaze as sharp as thorns hooks into me, holds me hostage. “I told you, I’ll be the villain for you.” Resolve bolsters my spine. “Yes. But so will I.”
“You can’t cut off the strings of your puppet and still expect it to move for you.”
I’m not a male prone to feeling panic. But when Midas grabs Auren and holds a blade to her throat, panic becomes me.
