Wicked Dark Heathens (Sick Boys, #4)

by Lucy Smoke

with Abel, I’m starting to realize that it doesn’t matter what I’ve done before. He’s wrecked everything in his path to get to me, completely destroyed my barriers and rebuilt them, sealing himself inside along with me.

Whether he likes me or not—whether Abel wants me or not—I’m just who I’ve always been: a girl from the wrong side of the tracks with trauma engraved on her soul.

I want to eat her up, consume her, and inhale her into my soul until there's no part of her I don't possess.

Something possessed me to want to know if this Sick Boy had an even sicker interest in no one else but me, and now I'm regretting it.

He's a fucking temptation and I'm losing the will to resist him. “Breathe, Riot Girl. I’ve got you.”

She hates me. Hates what I represent—power, money, and control—but here she is for me now. Opening her mouth. Parting her lips and letting me consume her soul.

They're beautiful, those demons of hers, and I don't want to save her from them. I want to show her how to harness them. To use them. To relish in their darkness because it's only in the dark that we truly understand ourselves.

“I’m not a ghost from your past, Riot Girl," he whispers as his eyes lock onto mine in our reflection. "I’m your present and your goddamn future.”