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If he wasn’t a fucking kidnapper, I would have said he was hot. Lie. He was hot, even if he was a kidnapper. But he lost major points for being a criminal.
Tall, dark, and murdery were not admirable traits. He wasn’t even nice. Nice to look at, but not a nice person.
“You can’t help who you love any more than you can help how tall you are or what color your skin is. It’s not a fucking choice, it just is.”
I wasn’t kissing him so much as being kissed, with anger and need and desperation. The hand on my throat slipped around to the back, threading through my hair to cradle the back of my head.
“Does anything bother you?” “Yeah.” I flicked some ash off the end, squinting at him. “You.”
If it was what he wanted, I’d give it to him. I’d give him anything.
Resting my forehead against his, I closed my eyes, keeping my hands on either side of his face. “I’m not going anywhere, Solnyshko.”
“You’re mine, Solnyshko,” Sasha said, tearing his mouth from mine and fixing me with one of his piercing looks, the kind that saw straight to my soul. “Yes?” I blinked and nodded, despite the fact I was still trying to work out what, exactly, he was saying. “From now on, you are mine,” he repeated in a growl. The words reverberated from his chest into mine, solidifying that they were real and not just my imagination. “No one else’s. Do you understand?”
The Wolf was off the leash and those motherfuckers had no idea what hell was coming for them.
“I kneel for no one,” I repeated, gazing up at Roan, “except the one I love.”
Was this really fucking happening right now? Not only were we both alive, miraculously, but Roan used our near-death experience to fucking network?!
Because of him. For me, Roan was the sun, the center of my universe, the thing that gave me life. Without it, without him, I’d surely wither away and die.
