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For all of the ladies who wished Buffy, Feyre, Peyton, Katniss, Aelin, Rachel, Bella, Rory and Sookie never had to choose…
I want to say he could never do the monstrous things I’d experienced before, but as I look at them all, their eyes gleaming… I wouldn’t put it past them. Men are men, and except for a few of them, they’re all the same.
“You’re all the same, aren’t you?” My voice is quieter than I expected, edged with emotion. “Men. Men who hurt women.” Like last night, his expression falls for a second. Good. I keep pushing. “You rape us,” I growl, and his eyebrows fly up. “Defiling us, teasing us, invading our space, ensuring even our home doesn’t feel safe,”
People are still terrified of the Kings, but I’m about to pull a checkmate. Hunter, Ash, Ledger, and Samson are about to witness how this Queen attacks—slow, premeditated, and lethal.
I bend down and tie my sneakers, looking up just as Briar comes onto the track. I stifle a laugh as she glowers at everyone, her expression sour and displeased. My dark, little rain cloud.
We used to be the Kings of Ravenwood. I guess I never realized until Briar Monroe showed up that we needed a Queen.
She’s my kryptonite, and I knew the instant we met that staying away from her was never going to be an option.
“It’s like you’re a zipper,” he says slowly, running a finger down the middle of my chest, mimicking the movement. “You go your whole life zipped up, and then someone comes along and starts to tug. Inevitably, you’ll be unzipped—and you won’t be prepared for what spills out. That’s how I feel when I’m around you.”
“We each get our share of you,” he muses. “We protect you. Show you that sex can feel good again. Date you, fuck you, worship you…”
