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He could fuck his name into my walls and leave fingerprint bruises all over my body so I could shove it in Heather’s face that he was mine, and that he knew what I felt like inside and out.
“It’s safer hating the villain than falling for the hero,”
“I’ve fallen in love with you several times since I met you, Ms. Sanders,”
“Sometimes I fall in love with you when I’m just thinking about you. Sometimes you’re standing right next to me when it happens.”
“It got so bad, I was in pain whenever you were around and in agony whenever you weren’t.”
“I have never in my life been reduced so completely to such a primal state before. I wanted you so madly, I felt it with every part of me. Every fiber, every molecule I possess, you possessed until you were all I thought about. You turned me into a man of want and need for something I couldn’t have… and you had fun with it.”
“Now it’s my turn to have fun, Ms. Sanders.” Except ‘fun’ sounded a hell of a lot like ‘payback is gonna be a kinky bitch.’ “Are you gonna be mean to me?” I asked, tracking my eyes over his sculpted face. “Extremely.” “Are you gonna let me come?” He held his answer back like he was really, truly considering it. “Eventually.”
“I’m going to put my mouth right here,” I gasped as he cupped my core, grabbing it like he owned it and washing my lips in his rough voice, “and I’m going to spell out my name and listen as you scream it.”
“That’s cheating,” I breathed on a wisp. Predatory eyes on mine, he spoke like he was pissed off. “And you’re addicting.” And then he grabbed at my thong the same way, tearing the flimsy fabric down my legs with the same combustible anger, growling. “What’s cheating is tasting that fucking good.”
“Would a man so perfect want to rip into you even if it hurt you? Even if you cried out in pain?” Excitement ignited a noisy gasp behind my lips, and the blacks of Dominic’s pupils smoked. “Because that’s what I want to do to you right now, Kat. I want your pain so I can turn it into pleasure, and what kind of so-called perfect man would want that?”
Where was her voice? I needed her voice. I needed to hear her and see her and hold her.
You’re my thunder and my greatest addiction. I’m your little lightning and your greatest weakness.
Mostly, I hated knowing it was only going to get worse as I told my wife the truth for the first time in months. “I am unavoidably and permanently in love with her,”
“I’ve dreamt of getting out of here so much, I eventually had to realize that dreaming only exists in our head for a reason. Reality is too harsh and damaging to support the kind of beauty our dreams can create. Dreams are safer tucked away in our minds where the savagery of humanity can’t deteriorate them.”
My little lightning was worth almost anything.
