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When I’m out there, I don’t have the luxury of relaxing. Everywhere I turn in this house of demons, I have to watch my back. People want me dead, and since they can’t kill me, they’ll do much worse things. I have to be prepared for anything.
His eyes are closed, and I take that moment to really take him in. He is as beautiful as he is evil. A perfect disguise for a predator.
“I want you to remember who owns you here. I want you to remember that I can do whatever I want to you, whenever I want to. Say it. Tell me it’s true.”
The only thing that matters to me is my own sanity. I need to keep myself above water because as soon as I show even the slightest bit of weakness, I’ll draw the students of Corium like sharks to blood in the water.
Her eyes are narrowed like she’s trying to figure me out. She never will, no one can. Not even I know what the hell I’m going to do next.
Nobody tells you that grief is like living two lives, one where you’re forced to move on and go day by day living, and the other where your heart bleeds with every thump. A wound that will never heal.
“Your pussy is mine. Mine to fuck. Mine to tease,” Quinton growls, nipping at my earlobe.
“Pretend you don’t want me. In fact, pretend for both of us because now that I’ve had a taste of you, I don’t know if I can ever go back.”
I never thought I would be the type to crave darkness, but something about him when he’s unhinged and owning me, knowing he holds all the power, excites me.
“I should mark you. Put hickeys all over your neck so everyone knows that you’ve been claimed. What do you think?”
“Marking you will show him you’re mine. It will show others you’re unavailable.”
There is no justification for what he just did, and I’m not going to lie down and be stepped on. I’m not a doormat. I’m a fucking queen.
“You act like you don’t want me, but we both know you do. You want me even when you hate me, and that’s okay because I feel the same way about you.”
As fucked up as it is, she is my missing piece. The calm to my storm, the virtue to my wickedness.
“You don’t have to pretend you hate me, not here inside this room.” She shakes her head, her blue eyes shining with some unsaid emotion. “Yes, I do because any other emotions would lead us down a road neither one of us is going to survive.”
