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“Oh, I’m certain,” he replies. “I chose you the moment you called me a prick, and your ribbons tried to knock me on my ass.”
“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.”
“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.”
Whewwwwwwww hot hot
“Do you remember when I accidentally walked in on you in my tent when you were changing?” At my slow nod, he goes on. “I wanted to touch you so damn badly it took every ounce of self-restraint to walk away. I’ll admit, I thought about that moment many, many times.” “That’s not very gentlemanly,” I tease. His lips tip up. “I’m no gentleman.”
There’s nothing bored or stony about him right now. No, he’s pure heat and restrained hunger, and I love that I’m the person who’s put that look in his eyes.
“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.”
I -
I look down at this gorgeous creature, and all I can do is stare. Stare and pray to the gods that I can memorize every inch of her. I want this vision burned into my mind for all eternity.
“Come on, Auren. I want to hear you tell me that you want my cock buried inside of you.”
Yes sir
I know what it took for her to trust me, and I also know that I’ll destroy myself before I ever let her down.
She is everything I don’t deserve. But I’m going to keep her anyway.
My eyes widen in realization. “Oh my goddess, Slade! You’re trying to make me late so I can’t wash?” Instead of denying it, the perverse bastard has the nerve to smirk. “I told you fae are a bit wild. I like having my scent all over you. I want to keep it there.”
“When you feel responsible for death...that stays with you. It sticks to the soles of your feet every time you take a step.”
Oh Divine, that smirk.
“Shit,” Judd says in a groan. “Rip is being fucking cute, and it’s making me want to vomit.”
Judd is the comically relief and i love it
“Call it presumptuous all you like,” he replies smoothly. “We both know I’m going to be buried inside of you soon.”
Im having a jolly good time
“You’ve bewitched my senses, taken over my thoughts. Every time I blink, all I see is you, like you’ve seared yourself into my eyes and I’ll never close them again without envisioning you. And you know what?” My voice is as breathless as my thoughts. “What?” He leans away to look me in the eye again. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
The world taught me that things could always be worse. I learned to always look up, to take what I could get, to settle. I became too blinded by my bright sides to see the truth. Sometimes, you look at the silver lining so much that you drift into denial about the clouds.
“I can’t wait for Midas’s smug head to get chopped off from his neck.” “I’d like his limbs to get cut off one by one and for him to bleed out slowly,” Judd puts in cheerfully. “Or Rip could just rot him from the inside out,” Lu offers with a contemplative tap against the piercing of twisted wood above her upper lip, its ruby end glittering like a slitted pupil.
My thoughts on Midas exactly
“I can. I can also kick my foot right up your arse.”
Imagine what women could do if we started being loyal to each other?
“You’re not my king! You’re not my anything! I despise you,” I spit out, my voice like venom expelling out to blind him with my enmity. “I thought you loved me, but you only love yourself. I know what it feels like now to truly be cherished and respected, and those are two things you’ve never done,” I pant, each word as sharp as claws. “You’re nothing but a false king who uses and manipulates everyone in his life because you secretly loathe yourself.”
“Disobedience has consequences, Auren. I needed to cut away this disobedient disease I’ve let fester in you. This was what you led me to do,” he tells me, peeling me raw.
ohhhhh boy i fuckin HATE yo ass
“This hurts me a lot more than it hurts you.”
Middle Finger
This too? I ask the goddess in her twinkling watch. I had to endure this too?
:(
A pang resonates through my chest, leaving me to ache. I think it will always hurt, this sense of loss. I don’t think that will ever go away.
That’s the curse of the survivors. We have to live with our dead.
“I’m going to leave you, Midas,” I declare ruthlessly, enjoying it when his entire body stiffens. “I’m going to go where you can never find me again. You’ll search the ends of Orea for me. You’ll hear rumors, whispers of where I am, but every single time, I’ll slip through your fingers.”
“I’ll drag you along to every decrepit corner of the world, but you won’t ever find me. You’ll go months, years, decades searching in wild desperation.”
“You thought gold and power was your ascension, but it’ll be your downfall. You thought you could hoard me forever, but I’ll disappear right out from under your nose.” That pounding against my ribs hammers louder, shoots sparks off my soul. “You’ll be a laughingstock. Hated. Destitute.”
“You will have no one and nothing to comfort you. You’ll die alone and poor, ruined by your own greed, and it will be exactly what you deserve.”
“You never came to see me, pet.”
No FUCKING way
“Barden East,” I whisper in shocked horror. “You were Barden East.” His smile is an accumulation of every sharpened edge piled in my chest. “And you’re ten years too late.”
He manipulated me right from the start, before we even spoke face-to-face. He made me trust him, love him. He made me think he was my hero, when all along, he was my villain.
I hope they’re thinking of what they did to me. I hope Scofield is remembering his fingers mashing the petals into my mouth. Or how they all pinned me against the wall while Midas cut off my ribbons. I hope they never stop hearing my screams from that room, because I certainly won’t.
He didn’t overplay his hand, he just didn’t realize that there was another player at the table.
The night may have stolen the sun, and Midas may have stolen my ribbons, but I’m not helpless.
With a twisted smile, I take them without mercy, because mercy was never shown to me.
“You can’t cut off the strings of your puppet and still expect it to move for you.”
