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Somehow, I fucking giggled. Which was embarrassing and really messed with my street cred…but whatever.
Cain was a dark dream tonight. Black jeans, a white v-neck shirt, and a black leather jacket that accentuated his tan skin and his gold hair. Fuck, the boy was hot. They all were fucking hot. Down girl.
Cain was murmuring wicked things in my ear, about how tight and perfect my pussy was…how he wanted to coat me in his cum…choke my throat with his cock…sweet things like that.
“If you’re wondering if I just came in my pants…you’d be correct, little devil. A first for me, I must say.”
“Your torture tactics are working, little devil. But just know that next time I finally have you…alone, I’m going to fuck you so hard you pass out.”
“Hot.” “You like a girl who can kick your ass,” I said. He swept my leg, so fast his leg was a blur, and I slammed onto the mat beside him. He was on top of me in a second. “I like a girl who can try.”
“I think we should find Pax, and make sure he’s OK.” That was a terrible idea. The best-case scenario was Pax fucked her on the bartop to get his adrenaline to cool down; there were a whole lot of worst-case scenarios, some of which involved Pax dismantling me for bringing Aurora anywhere near him when he was in wounded-animal mode.
No, she came into my life because she was cursed to spend her life with psychopaths, and I was never going to let her go.
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.”
The Demon was right….parts of me had become weak. Parts of me felt…way too much. But I’d rather die than give him up. Give them up.
"You need to give me some of your badass magic," announced Jenna. "Badass magic?" "Only a magician could manage to tame all four of them, girl. And you've done it."
She was my perfect woman because she could stand by my side. Probably with a blowtorch or a bone saw and a beautiful grin across her face.
“I can think of plenty of things I want to do, but this is part of my job. And that means walking in beside me, looking good, is part of your job. And that means spending my money now is also part of your job.”
I could keep her safe. I was pretty sure I could even keep her happy. Well, as happy as anyone could be when they're forced to take a good spanking and a dozen forced orgasms, both of which I felt Aurora deeply deserved.
I wasn't going to argue with anyone about it. Aurora was my queen. She belonged at my side.
“Can she come to the party?” Aurora asked. “Jenna is not qualified for this party.”
“You want her to think we’re better than we are.” “Maybe I want us to be better than we are. Good enough for her.” “You’re the one who fucked up epically. You kidnapped her.” “At least it woke me up.”
God, I deserved a fucking medal for my patience in the face of this defiance.
“There’s something wrong with that girl.” “Yep.” We were all lucky that was the case.
“What if I don’t care anymore?” “Then maybe I’ll care for you.”
Cain would want to eat me alive both for my disobedience and for looking all innocent and virginal. I knew what drove him mad. But right now, my heart’s first longing was for Pax.
“I don’t like the idea of Pax and Cain in a fight.” “It does seem kind of like being trapped between Godzilla and King Kong,”
Remington handed me a deep red drink. I gave him a skeptical look. “Are we just reliving all of our traumas tonight?” “Until they don’t have any power over us.” He raised his own glass of Delilah’s Cocktail, my namesake drink, and toasted mine. “To making trauma our bitch.”
The words made me realize that it was true; these men made me happy even if they also made me crazy, and they’d put a smile across my face that was so intense my cheeks hurt.
But the realization that I did feel happy—no matter what else was going on—also carried with it the reminder that happiness could be easily destroyed. The Demon’s face rose in my mind. He haunted me. He’d do anything he could to take these men away from me.
“Talking to another man. You’re practically begging me for punishment.”
Aurora looked up at me with those luminous, violet eyes that seemed to see straight through to my soul.
Somehow, she looked sweet and innocent and, at the same time, so unbelievably hot.
“You are so delicious, Aurora. All I want to do is eat that pussy all night.”
Rich people are insane.
She was the best girl. I was so lucky to have her.
Maybe it was impossible to believe that I would manage to never hurt her, given who I was, given how broken I was. But I would do my best to make the moments of hurt worth it, to give her more pleasure than I ever gave her pain.
Stellan shrugged. “Let’s do some murder. But can we come up with a plan that makes sure we won’t get caught?” “Something nice and dramatic,” Remington agreed. “You’re all unhinged,” I said.
Because you have us. And I was so fucking glad I did.
I’d thought I looked nice earlier this evening as I’d twirled in my black dress with its plunging top and full, floor-length tulle skirts, but all of it served to make me into a goddess of death. And that was what I would be whenever anyone tried to fuck with my men.
God, I loved all of these fucked-up men.
“Watching you demolish that asshole was the sexiest thing. God, I love seeing you bloodthirsty.” I grinned back at him. “For me,” he added, his voice raw. “You went in there for me.” “Always, Pax,” I said.
It was clear she was as crazy as I was, maybe as crazy as all of us put together, and I loved it.
But I stayed awake all night, my hand holding hers, and my gaze stuck to her face. Because what I hadn’t told Aurora was that lately…my dreams had changed. It wasn’t my mom I was seeing dying. It was her. And that simply was not an outcome I was willing to accept.
“Because the nighttime is the only time we can be our true selves with each other,” she said softly. “Aurora, I promise I'll always be my true self from now on, whatever hour it is.” “And who is your true self, Paxton?” “The man who loves you. And I'm not afraid to show it to you now.”
How was it possible that the world was so beautiful when it was so terrible, too?
Because I might have a mother who abandoned me, and a serial killer for a father…but I had him. I had them.
I loved him so much. It was terrifying to think about.
It was quite funny when people did that, thinking that Cain and Paxton were the biggest predators in the room. I obviously held that title.
“I’m tired, Pax,” I murmured when we’d made it to the steps of the admin building. “I’m so freaking tired.” He hesitated for a moment, and then pulled me into his arms. “I know, baby.” “Sometimes I don’t feel like…fighting anymore.” “One day you won’t have to,” he promised me. But it felt like a lie.
I was dying inside. Couldn’t he see that? Caught between the past and the present, who I was and who I wanted to be. The blood on my hands and the bloody trail that followed me around.
