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A man cannot destroy the savage in him by denying its impulses. The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it. –Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
myself. “Penance won’t make me stop, and I have no intention of changing, so . . .” So that was why confessing to a priest did me no good. Again, I liked doing everything I did wrong.
“We’re only ever good because there are consequences,” I told her. “Take those away, and everyone shows their true self. Kind of like taking off a mask.”
He rotated his fist into the back of the dog’s head, the lion-headed gold ring on his middle finger digging into its skull. The dog whined, inching down, but still tried to keep its legs under
The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree
In here, I was invisible. I could be whomever I wanted. In here, I wasn’t hiding.
And whenever our father tried to rein him in and he couldn’t be controlled, I did what I always did. I exhausted my older brother and broke him
until he collapsed and all the anger was gone. For a while anyway. It always came back.
“You’re not still a virgin, are you?” he asked, probably suspicious when I didn’t answer. “I mean, Damon took care of that a long time ago, right?”
Disgusting
“That boy would fuck a brick if it was wet enough. Don’t think we all didn’t know what was going on up in that tower.”
“You’re nothing like me,” he snarls in a low voice. “A dirty little nothing. A mistake.”
“I’d find a freshly covered grave. That way they wouldn’t be able to tell it was re-dug. Put another body in there and cover it back up. That’s what I’d do.”
And eight days later, he shows up on my mother’s doorstep. He hands her nine thousand four hundred sixty-two dollars, a Rolex, and some emerald earrings. And he takes me home with him.
Thanks.” He ruffled my hair through my hoodie, still laughing. Of course, his damn delight in life came from fucking with everyone around him, and I wasn’t excluded from that. Ever.
He kissed my forehead. “Go to my room and wait there,” he instructed, slapping me on the ass and looking back to his friends. “I may want a piece when I get home. Whenever that’ll be.”
I hate Damon more and more
“No one else touches her,” he told him. “Not ever.” No. Not ever.
Kai won’t go through with it. That was one thing that I was confident hadn’t changed. His integrity.
“But me?” Will went on. “I like ’em from scratch. I can teach them exactly what I like and how to do it the way I want.”
“You mean you like that they don’t have anyone to compare you to,” I said, “so they can’t tell how bad you are at it.”
tightening. Unfortunately, though, I was still at least six to eight inches shy of touching it.
But I was happy with what my brother gave me and would’ve gladly worn anything if it meant I could stay with him.
Sick
“It’s either, I’m an ice cream cone”—she closed her eyes and licked the air, grunting and making exaggerated movements with her tongue—“or it’s like tornado fucking alley with that thing.”
Lol
“Keep looking at me like that,” Kai spoke up, “and we’re going to have problems.”
“But with you, I felt like I’d have control of you for good. It felt like I could hold everything you are in the palm of my hand. You had to do and say so little to make me want you.”
eyes. “You watched me. You followed me. Counted how many times a day I showered. Did you watch that, too? Huh?”
I rushed up to him, taking his wrists in both of my hands and planting them against the wall at his sides as I shot up to my tiptoes and buried my face in his neck. And I ran my lips over his skin.
🤯🤯😏
The only man who would never hurt me.
I was a little shit.
But my mother said that important men eat steak, and she didn’t want my father to forget that he was an important man.”
“Instead, he became a great man, and now we can have steak anytime we want.”
But I still wasn’t a boy. And I never would be. That’s all it boiled down to. What was between my legs.
Kai Mori didn’t know how lucky he was. At least he had people to count on, an education, opportunities, and chances. I didn’t even have a high school diploma. No money, either, and I could never leave the one person I gave a shit about.
I always came back. What was I going to do? I didn’t want my mother living on the streets. I still loved her.
Forced away the suspicions that I was being used. No. No, my father needed me more every day. And Damon wasn’t using me, either. He wanted me to be happy. I know he did. And I would be, eventually.
Let me hold your hand when I tell you this….
She was going to die in that apartment. And I was going to die in this city, just as dumb and uneducated and poor as I was right now.
My brother would’ve taken a bullet for them, and they chose Erika Fane without hesitation. Years of him always having their backs, and they threw him away like it was nothing. They didn’t even fight for him.
Well sorry to break it to you but your bro fucked up and expected what?
All the things she didn’t know I was there to see.
And it was him who went too far last year and had to go into hiding.
I bit my bottom lip, trying not to cry anymore. We weren’t ever going to leave, were we? He was using me, too.
That I never knew people could be so ugly.” He met my eyes. “But I was talking about me.”
Damon had made me so self-conscious, like if I showed an ankle, men would pounce like wolves.
Fucking amazing, I thought to myself. I could take on a two-hundred-fifty-pound guy, but a twenty-year-old escort got me shy.
“No matter how you cover yourself, it’s never enough. You’re beautiful.”
“I’ll call you when the text alerts start scaring me.”
She was a fucking virgin?
Her lips slowly curved into a half smile. “Yeah, you didn’t see that coming, did you?”
“I wasn’t supposed to change,” I said quietly. “I wasn’t supposed to grow up.”
People will think what they want to think, not because they believe they are right, but because it’s in their nature to maintain that they are. By defending yourself, you feed the appetite for drama. By not, you’ve ended the conversation. You. Not them.
Christ. This room was decorated with the theme “If the Nazis had won . . .”
Ew
“You make me feel driven. You make me hungry and on fire and wanting to slow down time instead of wanting to rush through it. It’s you I look for when I walk in the doors in the morning. Not her. You.”
I twisted my head, reaching for the sponge. “I can do it.” But he pulled it away, saying gently, “I know you can.”
