Titan (The Villetti Chronicles, #2)

by Sarah Bailey

There was a difference between being watched for the eroticism of it and being leered over.

I’ve never known life to be anything but difficult.”

Adults were meant to have their shit figured out by now. They should know who they are, but I had no fucking clue. Here I was at twenty-eight having an identity crisis.

Was I really so broken that I only saw value in my body and what I could do with it?

When you’ve lived with so much pain for so long, wasn’t it human to want to share it with someone? To know you’re not alone?

“You’ve been so patient with me. This is your reward for being a good girl,”

“Then turn over, and I’ll make sure you never forget the feel of me inside you.”

“Oh. Is that something you’d like me to whisper to you in bed? About how I’m going to gut anyone who tries to take you from me.”

I thought I was good, but the truth is I’ve been lying, telling myself it was okay for me to be alone because trusting anyone was terrifying

“I’m pretty sure I look like a train wreck.” He smiled wider. “You’re my train wreck.”

What I want to know is if you’re feeling okay and if not, then I’m going to undress you, tuck you up in bed and hold you for the rest of the night.”

You’re going to have to take something much bigger soon enough. Then we’ll see if you’re still begging for it.”