Wrath (Sinful Secrets, #4)

by Ella James

I love you. I don’t even like being in love. It scares me. But I love you. So much I could never say no to

Love me- okay? Can you please still love me? Even if it’s been a while? I’ll always love you too. Your Ezra

I want him like a drug. I want him like nothing I've wanted before. In a way I didn't even know people could want things. I feel like I've lost a body part. That feeling in my chest—the painful, something's-breaking one—is with me almost all the time.

"I'm your favorite person?" It sounds half sobbed. "Yeah you are, angel."

“I love you,” I say. “I’ve got you. You’re mine, and I’ve been waiting for you, so I can wrap you up and never let a damn thing ever hurt you again. Not without going through me first. I know you’re bigger, but I need to take care of you,” I whisper.

"I'll dress you today. All you have to do is call me Daddy.”

"It's a fucked up story, Miller. But it looks like we're together at the end."

"Is that still cool?” he asks. “Rainbow stuff?" Ezra and I look at each other. "We don't know," I tell Carl. "We're baby gays. And we live in Alabama." "I was thinking...you know...taste the rainbow." And I die. We both die. At least we’re together.

I’ve got the best boyfriend on planet earth. One day soon I’m gonna put a ring on it.

We went into the closet. It was pretty fucking awful. We laid down on the floor together, since that was always what he wanted most. For someone to come and hold him. So I did. I think as long as I live, I won’t ever feel as useful as I did at that moment. Like I was born so I could hold him in that awful place and make it all a little better. And I did. We stayed there until he felt ready to go.