Nightfall (Devil's Night, #4)

by Penelope Douglas

Abuse can feel like love.

“But you’re going to be fucking mine someday,” he growled. “Come hell or high water, Emory Scott. You’re my woman, and you’re going to come home to me every day and sit at my table and warm my fucking bed.” He kissed me. “And you’re going to give me a Will Grayson IV. Mark my words.”

“You’re Lilith,” he whispered against my skin. “You can’t be burned if you’re the flame.”

“The role of the villain is only determined by who’s telling the story.”