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“Yes,” he replies vehemently, grasping onto my tentative hope as he reaches down to cup my face, as tendrils of blond hair fall across his forehead. “I’m so sorry for the way I behaved earlier, Precious. Forgive me.”
Blonde men <<<<<
“Shove down weakness, and strength will rise. You can’t be strong without conquering those weaknesses first.
He may wear the crown, but I was the one who made it gold.
We tell ourselves twisted lies to tangle around our wicked truths, all so that we can get caught up in the bind and not have to face bare regrets.
“You caught me,” I say, though my voice comes out in more of a whisper, the sound of an unsaid question drifting inside of it. He tips his chin down, eyes coating me like shade against a scorched day. “I’ll do that anytime you need catching, Goldfinch.”
She’s showing now. Just a small bump, but it’s enough behind her form-fitting dress. Funny how the proof of Midas is in her burgeoning belly, while for me, it’s on my darkened cheek.
“Why the fuck is there a bruise on your cheek?”
BEAT HIS ASS SLADE
“Oh, really?” he challenges. “Then ask me.” My mind stumbles, like I’m riding too fast downhill and the speed is getting away from me. “Ask you...?” “Ask me to kill him for you.” I blanch, feeling the blood drain from my face. That was the very last thing I expected him to say. Everything about Slade right now is fierce, unfettered, and completely fae, despite those parts of him hidden from view. “You say the word, and it’s done. You hear me?” His hand lifts, and he snaps his fingers so loud that I flinch. “That quick, Auren. I’d end him in a breath, in a room full of people who’d run
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“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,” he murmurs in a wicked promise. “The moment that sun dips, Goldfinch, you’re mine.”
“Any father would be damn lucky to have you for a daughter.”
“You can’t cut off the strings of your puppet and still expect it to move for you.”
