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“Is this how it’s going to be?” groaned Remington. “Stellan’s going to be like bowing at your feet and getting all the brownie points and blow jobs. I’ll have you know, if we’re keeping score now, it was my idea to bring you breakfast in bed.” He frowned and glanced at the body. “Although, admittedly, that might have been a poor decision in light of this situation.”
The lock disengaged on the door, and a second later, Cain was standing in the doorway…wearing those motherfucking grey sweatpants that showed off every inch of the anaconda I was now extremely familiar with. A little moan leached from my throat and he grinned, or should I say smirked. Cain didn’t really smile like a normal person. Every edge of his smile was laced with arrogance. It was half of his charm.
I didn’t mention the strike of fear and then rage that lanced through my insides when I’d first seen him and thought he really was my father. But I had a feeling Cain could see it, as he stared at me with his piercing gaze, the one that made you want to spit out all your secrets simply to see if he still loved you at the end. Look at me, getting all deep after I murder someone.
Cain stared at the ceiling like he was praying for patience. Except I wasn’t sure why he’d look up there to pray. We both knew his master was below him.
I sighed. It was always the woman who had to clean up.
He was the epitome of an angel as we locked eyes; a fallen angel, obviously.
“I’ll have to get a recording from the camera I have in here and jack off to it a few times.”
“Genius,” I announced, striding towards the door and leaving them to haul the body parts. What were boyfriends good for if not for manual labor?
“Look at you. You’re a fucking goddess handling both of their cocks. And you still want more. Like you were fucking made for us.”
No one ever talks about what having a huge pole shoved in your ass feels like afterwards. #worthit
“You owe me, little devil. You’re going to get on your knees and suck my dick until I cum all over your face. And then you’ll let me do whatever I want to you…wherever I want to do it.”
During the daylight, my confessions were kept under lock and key, but in the nighttime, I let them out. And I gave them to her. Because she was the only person who could understand that the scars we wear hidden under our skin are the worst ones. They’re the ones that do the most lasting damage, that dig into our souls and rip away at any good in us.
Because, despite the fact that I don’t deserve her, that I never will... I need Aurora to be mine.
“You might as well be the only woman in the room whether they’re here or not,” Cain said. It was so sweet I would’ve melted, and then Cain added, “Because I can never take my eyes off you…in case you drug my drink or stab me in the back.”
“If you’re wondering if I just came in my pants…you’d be correct, little devil. A first for me, I must say.”
“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” Pax said. “OK, Eeyore.”
He had the face of an angel even if he was as dangerous as the devil himself.
“You know it better than anyone else could,” he said quietly. “Both our lives have been marked by blood. You and I look so different on the outside, but I think… you’re the one person who understands me, Aurora.”
After all, she was the one I'd lost my virginity to, when I was twelve and she was twenty-eight.
Excuse me??
Because the heroes in those books don’t destroy the whole world to make the heroine happy. And that’s what I’ll do to make you happy. There isn’t a line I won’t cross, a law I won’t break, a human being I won’t destroy…in order to keep a smile on your face and prove what we have is the realest version of love that could exist. I’m going to make sure there isn’t a day that goes by, for the rest of our lives, that you don’t know you’re everything I’ve ever wanted out of life. That you’re all that exists for me. Without you...I’m nothing.”
“Are we just reliving all of our traumas tonight?” “Until they don’t have any power over us.”
“To making trauma our bitch.”
I raised the tracker gun and pressed it to my own shoulder. It felt like being stabbed when I pulled the trigger, but it didn't even make me wince. I just kept gazing into those gorgeous eyes. “I want you to always be able to find me. To always be able to count on me. To always know I'm yours.”
I held the tattoo gun out to her. “I want you to tattoo me. Mark me, Aurora. You already marked my heart; you might as well mark the outside too.”
“And who is your true self, Paxton?” “The man who loves you. And I'm not afraid to show it to you now.”
