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knew my last name. Gross. I feel diseased now. Must go take bleach shower.”
“Because you’d remember the hell out of that fine, psychopathic specimen, right?”
“So, I’m not the only one who thinks he’s got future serial killer written all over him?” “Maybe. But I’d probably get in his murder van.”
“I’m not threatening you, Grace. I feel protective of you.” His thumb pushed against the center of my bottom lip. “If anyone’s going to hurt you, it’ll be me. Anyone else, I need to make it right.”
“Holy shit. I wish I’d been there. I would have...I don’t know, given her a menacing stare or something.”
My hips rose and fell without permission. But that was the thing, wasn’t it? With Sebastian, I lost all control, even of my own body. He took it from me, claiming it, choking it out of existence. And when he did, despite my fear, he made me never want it back.
His lips quirked. “I could eat your tears for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Next to your pussy, they’re my favorite flavor. But those aren’t tears of sadness. Those are tears of frustration and anger and pleasure. They’re mine, and mine alone, that’s why I love them.”
He’d fallen asleep on my naked thigh with his face inches from my pussy. It was both adorable and...no, it was all adorable.
Bash: What am I going to be on trial for? Me: Um...stalking? Bash: Is it really stalking if the victim likes it? Me: You should ask your lawyer. Bash: Just called. She said no. I’m not your stalker, just your boyfriend. Me: My psycho boyfriend? Bash: Goes without saying.
“I don’t hear anyone asking me,” Gabe pouted. “Hold your breath, it’s coming any second now,” Bex said dryly.
Oh, I took it, and I answered with scratches down his back and rolling hips, showing him I wouldn’t break. I saw his dark, and I walked through it with him, reveling in how black and fractured he could be.
that? I would own every second of your life if I could. I’m surprised you want to stay.”
“You know I’m never going to let you go now, right?”
“There was an escape clause before. It’s been incinerated now. I hope you like me, because I’m going to be your shadow until you go to your grave, and then I’ll follow you into the dark, baby.”
Then, the motherfucker winked, like he hadn’t already charmed the pants off me and all my ancestors.
“Babe, my heartache doesn’t mean you can’t have your own.
“Grace, baby, what don’t you understand when I say I am incapable of not loving you? I’m obsessed, but I also wear your tag on every wall of my heart. I’m yours for life.”
My heart thundered in my chest, beating against its cage to try to get to its owner. The girl with the prettiest brown eyes I’d ever seen. My Grace.
