Wretched (Never After, #3)

by Emily McIntire

She’s fucking insane. But having her at my mercy does something to me, sparks a match to forgotten embers, creating a blazing inferno whenever she’s near. She makes me feel alive.

“I don’t really buy into the whole romance thing.” I reach out my hand, tucking her damp hair behind her ear. “But I like the way you make me feel.”

It’s that smile again, her real one. Rare and so beautiful.

It disgusts me how badly I want to walk over and wrap myself around him. Let him comfort me through the pain my dad just wrought from the darkest parts of my soul. I’ve been nothing but loyal to this family, yet this is how he repays me?

Her breathing evens out and her head relaxes against my chest, and I probably should care about who could see, about where we are and what we’re doing, but I don’t. The only thing that matters is her.

She’s overwhelming. Devastating. She’s going to ruin my fucking life.

“Tell me you’re mine,” I demand against her lips. Her hand jumps up to my face, scratching the stubble as she stares into my eyes. “I’m yours.”

“That’s right, baby,” she moans, propping herself up on her elbows as she grinds her pussy against my face. “Lick my clit.”

Evelina Westerly is my mommy

“You’re so fucking sexy when you touch yourself,” I pant, stroking my cock while I watch her.

I let my own saliva dribble down until it hits her mouth, and the filthiness of it all turns me on so fucking much I can hardly breathe.

But if I’m her calm, then she is my chaos, and if I can’t live with her forever, then I don’t want to live at all.

“I love you,” I blurt.

“We’re all just out here living, you know? Roaming under clouds that are a thousand different shades of gray. But you can’t help who you love, Nick.”

“I love you,” he says.

“I didn’t know that I could love until you. And you’re not perfect, okay? You piss me off and you do things I never thought I’d be all right with, and you’re moody as hell. You’re actually the furthest fucking thing from perfect I’ve ever seen. But, Evelina…you’re perfect for me.”

I don’t love Evelina in spite of her flaws. I love her because of them.

“I’m so fucking in love with you, Evelina Westerly,” he cuts me off. I grin, rising up on my tiptoes to press a kiss to his lips. “Every wretched piece?” He brushes the hair back from my face. “Every single one.”