Make Me Lie (Rich Demons of Darkwood, #1)

by C.R. Jane

"The only way anyone will ever see you as a victim again is if you want them to. And at any time, you can pull the blindfold from their eyes and show them you're always the one with the knife."

I hadn’t met many men like them in my life, but all the ones I had known? They were trouble.

Cain's nickname was officially going to be #BDE because I was pretty sure those sweats were housing a trouser snake or something.

Because I regretted it like I regretted nothing else in my life. She was the only woman I ever loved, and she was the devil I regretted.

“You have to calm yourself, Delilah. It’s only death. You and I walk with death all the time. Why are you so afraid when it’s your own?”

“Why’d you leave without saying goodbye?” “I thought I was protecting you.” “You weren’t.” I bit my lower lip, right before he leaned over and kissed the corner of my mouth. His fingers gripped my chin as he pulled away, his gaze burning into mine. “You’re mine,” he said. “Not Cain’s. Mine.”