Skeletons of Society (Toxic Paradise, #1)

by Marie Maravilla

“Hey ése, word of advice on Brujita there. Her bite is just as bad as her bark. Worse, actually. That’s a woman who doesn’t need a man to stand in front of her. She needs one who knows when to stand beside her, behind her, or kneel in front of her. ¿Entiendes? You do those things for her, and she’ll gift you her submission and loyalty. And that woman is loyal…to a fault.”

I wanted to bear witness to the beauty of her brutality while letting her know she didn’t have to do it alone. We didn’t have to be alone.

He let out a dark laugh at my words while thrusting harder. “Babe, you were never going to be anyone else’s. The moment your mouth opened when I first saw you, I knew I was fucked. We are destined to burn in chaos together, so we might as well have great sex while doing it.”

Gunner showed me a man shouldn’t demand you chain yourself to their feet. I didn’t know what Gunner felt for me, but I did know he didn’t keep me caged. He held the safety net at the bottom of the building as I jumped off and attempted to fly. Freedom. He gave me freedom, and I would protect him with every fiber of my being.

“Say you’re mine, Ryan. Tell me that even when the world burns in chaos, you’ll trust me, baby.”

A soft smile appeared on her lips. “I’m yours, Gunner. I don’t know why you want my damaged soul, but I’m yours.”

I caught the minute movement of Scar’s shoulders relaxing before she walked over and placed her body in front of Mr. Broody, arms folded over her chest in the classic woman’s power stance. His eyes peeked down at her cleavage. Men, so easily distracted by boobs. Ironically, they say women are too emotional to do certain jobs, yet all it takes is a set of tits, and men are putty in our hands.