When Heroes Fall (Anti-Heroes in Love Duet #1)

by Giana Darling

I

wanted to open my heart up to my mother and have her sort out the broken fragments that remained of my soul, but I was afraid of what she might find there.

naked and splashed like a Pollock painting with his own cum.

Usually, Italian was the language of my panic, my fear, its roots deeply seated in past trauma. The idea of Dante coaxing it out from the shadows into the light with something as powerful as his touch was both arousing and heartening.

Whatever you and I are made of, it’s the same. You don’t have to be good with me, right or true in any sense, but especially the conventional. You can be your worst self with me, because

Elena, it’s the contradictory nature of your soul that intoxicates me.”