Half the Battle (Saint View Psychos, #2)

by Elle Thorpe

She was straight-up banging, and the fact someone had made her feel like shit about it only told me he had a small dick. “Don’t

And yet here I was, flirting with a man, my dick hard with thoughts of how I wouldn’t have minded if he’d wanted to finish me off.

“There’s a little psychopath in all of us. I wear mine on my sleeve. Most people keep theirs buried.

“I know what you’re thinking. And you’re not leaving while I’m still inside you, Bliss. Shut your brain off for a minute and just let me hold you.”

I fell asleep in the arms of a psychopath. I had never felt safer or more content in my life.

The other night hadn’t been a mistake. It hadn’t just been me seeking comfort in a moment of terror. It had been something deep inside me that craved this man. Every part of him. Including his darkness.