Coerce (Death in Bloom, #1)

by Candice M. Wright

“You can love a monster, it can even love you back, but that doesn’t change its nature.”

Eat a bag of dicks, you giant douche canoe.

Thank you for looking after me, Atlas. I’m lucky you decided you wanted to be my friend.” I smile. “I don’t want to be your friend, Ivy. I want to fuck you.”

“We’ll see about humility, little one, when you’re tied to my bed begging me to fuck you. And you will, Ivy, mark my words.”

“You’re mine. You might not understand it right now, Ivy, but you will. I’m not a good man, but I can be good to you.” “We’re like fire and gasoline, Atlas. This is gonna explode in our faces.” “Undoubtedly, but it’s too late to turn back now.” “We’ll burn up and burn out, Atlas. Neither of us will escape without scars,” I warn him one last time as I feel myself capitulate. “Silly girl. There is no escape, not now.” The worst thing is, I know he’s right. And down the rabbit hole I go.

“Roll your eyes at me again, Ivy. I dare you. It will give me the perfect excuse to put you over my knee.”

“I don’t date, Ivy. I fuck. And I intend to fuck you in every conceivable way, but right now I want to eat you out before we get coffee. And something you should know—I hate waiting.”

After work before work, I don’t care. I need to fuck you so bad. I don’t care if we have to do it on your damn break. Whoever said delayed gratification made everything better forgot to mention blue balls.

“You can be whoever you need to be out there, but you’ll always be my hero even if the only person you’re saving me from is myself.”

“Tell me, Ivy. Tell me you get me. This body is mine, this heart is mine, and if I have my way I’ll steal your soul from the reaper himself to bind you to me for an eternity. Now tell me you fucking understand me,” he roars. “I understand, oh fuck, please just fuck me already!” I shout, which turns into a scream when Atlas thrusts his cock inside me to the hilt.

“You’re mine now, Ivy. It will be my ring on your finger and my seed in your belly. If you try to run from me again, I’ll lock you up, shackle you to me figuratively and literally to keep you by my side. Don’t push me, baby, because you’ll never win, not against me,” he warns me before licking away my tears.