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November 25 - December 1, 2022
My lips are dry when they open again. “Because you said you like to swim.”
“You know, I wasn’t much of a morning person either until I had kids.” She pauses, and it sounds like she’s rifling through dresser drawers. “My girls don’t let me sleep in ever though. And I love them, but they have a dad, right? They could wake him up at six in the morning instead, but no, it’s always Mama this and Mama that. Even though Kallum was the one who wanted them in the first place.”
Eat the rich, my ass. More like let them eat you.
As he wheels himself out of the gym, I stand there, staring at the spot he just left, wondering why he wrapped his good knee.
Speaking of, are we gonna talk about the elephant in the room?”
“There’s a girl living at the South House. A girl who, a few weeks ago, was just your assistant and now is going on shopping trips and lunch dates with my fiancée.”
“I know he’s small, but I feel weirdly good about how protective that mutt is over you.”
“Imagine the uproar if the island knew what really went on behind these walls,”
“They said my biggest scandal would be fucking my bratty assistant, but they have no idea what I’m truly capable of.”
“Please,” he adds, and it makes my heart stutter in my chest because I know damn well this man has never begged for anything in his life.
Because for the first time ever, my needs were at the forefront of my brain, and I didn’t think about Lucian or anyone else even once.
Kneeling on the ground, I hold my arms out behind my back, facing away from her. “Uh…” She peeks over my shoulder, her blue hair almost silver in the moonlight. “What are you doing?” “Offering you a ride.” “Thanks, but I don’t think I can go again. Plus, I don’t know how it’d work from behind unless… do you want me to peg you?” A pause, and then she grins. “I could be into that.” “Jesus.”
The paper in my hands crinkles as the side of my fist collides with the door—Form to Incorporate and Declare Nonprofit 501(c)(3) Status.
Aplana doesn’t have an animal shelter, so I thought she could start one.
More minutes pass, and still, Cora continues ignoring me. Running my tongue over the inside of my cheek, I suck in a deep breath, telling myself to give her space. Reminding myself that I’ve never had a pet, so I’m not able to judge the pain of losing one. When that doesn’t work, I take a step back, lift my foot, and kick the door in.
But that isn’t possible when the man staring back isn’t a man at all. He’s a beast. Hungry, depraved, and agitated, waiting for his prey to mistakenly wander back into his life.
“Hope these weren’t a gift from your mysterious lover because he has terrible taste.” “Actually, psycho, you paid for them.”
“I’m dumping all my cum in you, and I want your cunt sucking it all in, okay? I don’t want you wasting a single goddamn drop. You won’t be of use to anyone else with my baby in your belly.” Toxic? Yes. Never claimed to be anything but.
“Take it, m’eudail. Take it all. Gonna fill you up, breed you, and keep you here, tucked into my side forever. You’re mine.”
“I’m not an errand boy,” Jonas announces when I’m in earshot, his mouth barely moving. “Next time you send me to the vet, it’d better be to pick up equipment and not some bloody fucking mutt.”
Everything in this life has a logical explanation to it, even seemingly innocent girls with blue hair.” “I do hate when you speak in riddles.”
“That’s not Hollis,”
“I think I would remember him.”
“That’s Lucian Astor. He’s been missing for a year, and I just found his body at the quarry.”
“Gonna bring Mayor Wolfe home to meet the family?” “Only if I feel like running him off.”
gray is my favorite color.
“Whose idea do you think it was?”
I’m having a difficult time not just bursting through the front door and putting a bullet through the skull of anyone who isn’t the woman I love.
“Christ,” he mutters, breathing heavy. “I’m going to fucking marry you, Cordelia Astor.”
“Fuck,” he mutters, and it’s the broken, saddled kind of curse, weighed down with the realities of life. “Are you okay?” A little breathless laugh tumbles past my lips. “Your timing is terrible tonight.” He sighs, smoothing his thumbs beneath my eyes. “I know. I’m sorry. Probably also not a good time to tell you I love you, but, hey, why bloody wait?” “You love me?” I repeat, a tiny sliver of something sprouting in my chest. “Infinitely, and with every fiber of my being, Cora Astor. I’ve loved you since the second you walked into my life, and I’ll love you every second after, until I have no
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I wince, then shake my head, twisting my fingers in his lapels. I’m still in shock, but I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life. “I love you too.”
“Marry me,”
“Marry me,”
“You don’t play fair,” she says, and I grip her hips, pulling her tight against me. “Is that a yes?”
“It’s an absolutely.”
