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I don’t think gold’s your color, Commander.” “I disagree. Gold has quickly become my favorite.”
Ugh I love him.
“You’re very floppy.” I rest my head against his firm, muscled chest. “You’re very hard,” I counter. A rich, dark laugh slips from his mouth. “You’ve no idea.”
“My own good was stuck on a pirate ship, with an aura like a beacon that flared across the Barrens,” he grits out, a thick spun voice meant to tie knots around me. “My own good was cowering before men who were nothing—fucking nothing—in comparison to her.”
“My own good hated me, fought me, argued with me, but I didn’t care, because I watched her slowly come out of her shell, peeling back one layer at a time, and it was stunning.”
“I’m saying that you are my own good. And for you, I gave you a choice, but you chose him.”
Ughh
“I’m glad you’re choosing you,” he says quietly, and my lips part, like I want to swallow the rumble of his cadence. “You are?” I go completely still as he moves his hand and grips my chin, like he wants to make sure I’m paying attention. I am. “Yes, Goldfinch. Because I’m choosing you, too.”
Harder and harder, he squeezes, but I school my face.
slip your glove off and pinch him back! ffs.
Why is it that a man can make you feel like nothing, when you have given him everything?
been there.
After years of careful grooming, of teaching her to behave properly, I thought my influence over her was firm. Yet just a few weeks away from me, and her behavior slid like footsteps on ice. She’ll need to be reminded of who takes care of her, of who her master is.
POS
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.”
“I’ve wanted you since the moment I laid eyes on you, Goldfinch. I was just waiting for you to catch up.”
“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.”
There comes a point in your life when you have to choose between having regrets and the possibility of making mistakes.
“That’s not very gentlemanly,” I tease. His lips tip up. “I’m no gentleman.”
This male bent my body in all sorts of ways last night, brought me more pleasure than I’ve ever experienced, and I just stand here awkwardly and say hi?
“He doesn’t have magic lines on his—” I cut myself off, but it’s too late. Lu chokes on her wine.
“Guilt doesn’t assuage the guilty.”
Gold is just a four-letter word for greed.
“Touch them, and I’ll touch you.”
Fucking do it! You should've done it already .
“No, but you deserve more,” I murmur.
Should have just turned his weasle ass into gold earlier and avoided all of this.
“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.”
the eye and see the fury searing my vision. “You can’t cut off the strings of your puppet and still expect it to move for you.”
