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“It is only in love and murder that we still remain sincere.” —Friedrich Dürrenmatt
The truth is, the only thing I attract are monsters. If someone like Abel Frazier were to want me … what would that make him?
“I’m no Cinderella, Abel,” she says. “But if this were a fairytale, you would be a beast … not a prince.”
Monsters are funny creatures; the difference between fictional monsters and real ones is fictional monsters are easily detected and easily defeated.
"Because when I fuck you, Riot Girl," he says, sending chills skating down my spine, "there won't be anything quick about it. It's going to be long and hard and so fucking dirty, you'll be wondering why you thought resisting was ever an option."
“Now open those pretty lips of yours, and I’ll show you how you kiss a man, Riot Girl. I’ll show you how to kiss me.”
What's left of my wicked, dark heathen soul is hers and all she has to do is be mine.
Rylie Moore is no longer her own woman. She's Sick Boy property. She's Abel Frazier Property.
It's not fucking fair, I think, wrapping my arms around my knees as I draw them up to my chest. And just as I close my eyes, I swear the universe whispers back, nothing ever is for the broken ones…
"You slip into my veins and you drive me crazy from the inside out. I can't get you out of my head. You're in my fucking dreams and I want more."
"I want you in my bed, Riot Girl. Every fucking day. I want to wake up to you and touch you and I want to carve my fucking name into your soul. I want to be the man you turn to for help." My breath escapes me in a rush at that proclamation. "Now, please … tell me who I have to kill to get you to come back to me."
"You're not gonna fall, Riot Girl," I promise her in a whisper. "You're gonna fly."
Still, there's one thing I can't deny. One thing I need to tell her. I close my eyes and drag her against me, hugging her to my chest even as she stiffens. "I love you." Three simple words, yet they mean the world. I've never said them in this capacity. I've loved my mother. I've loved my brothers, and yes, I love Avalon. But I love no one the way I love Rylie. It's new. It's different. It's … terrifying.
can take care of him for you." What better way to destroy a monster than by relying on a bigger and meaner one?
My new monsters are far more terrifying than he ever could’ve been. My present monster loves me and I love him.
