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Lan is a sculptor, a hardcore sadist who can and will make his subjects into stones if he gets a chance.
Bran and I have always been a team against the tyrant Lan.
That’s what Dad calls me. Little princess. Mum is the original princess. Dad worships at her altar and makes all her dreams come true. I’m the princess’s daughter and, therefore, the little princess.
But not my deranged brother. He loves to draw blood with the same hands that sculpt masterpieces.
“What if one of your other friends had hit me?” “I would’ve put my med student status to use and nursed you back to health. It might have turned kinky like some cheap porn’s plot right afterward, though.”
“I hate you.” “Let me search for the fucks I have to give.” He pretends to study his surroundings. “See? None.”
“I’m going to kill you.” “I’ll kiss you in the meantime.”
“Quiet nights. Cozy blankets and a thought-provoking film. Those types of things.” “Your idea of fun is even worse than your taste in men.” “Too bad I didn’t ask for your opinion.” “Too bad you’re getting it. What movie are we watching tonight? I’ll bring snacks.”
“Don’t romanticize me or you’ll be eaten alive.” “Aren’t you eating me already?”
He taps his finger on the steering wheel. “It’s strange how I rarely joke, but you choose to think that anyway. We need to work on your denial issues.”
I crunch my nose, “Didn’t you say you’d quit if I kept your hands and lips occupied?” I expect him to laugh it off, but he simply throws the cigarette out the window and opens his palm. “Hand.”
“If you run, I’ll chase you.” Killian’s dark voice permeates the air with the thickness of smoke. “And if I chase you, I’ll catch you.” His voice gets nearer. “And if I catch you, I’ll fuck you, baby.”
I love it when she glares. It’s my Glyndon’s love language.
but she’s the closest thing to an angel I’ve ever seen. My own angel.
“Oh, baby. You know that foul little mouth gets me hard.” I expect her to throw out one of her tasteless prude comments, but all expressions vanish from her face as she leans over, levels her face with mine, and whispers, “Then stay hard.”
“Last I checked, I’m part of the King family.” That’s genuinely the most I’ve heard the emo fuck say.
She’s really my custom-made angel, my Glyndon.
And when you want to leave? He’ll break your legs so you never consider the option. And if you heal and attempt it again? He’ll cut them off.”
“I’ll make sure you always choose me as much as I choose you.”
“Don’t look like you’ll faint, little rabbit. Do you really believe all those kinks were done with only women? I used to experiment a lot.”
But the truth of the matter is, I should only blame myself for having feelings for a psycho.
“You’d allow yourself to be used?” “By you? Absolutely.”
“You…really quit because of me?” “Sure did. Second-hand smoke is a serious threat to your health.” “You’re more of a serious threat to my health.” “Too bad you can’t quit me.”
but it’s the unorthodox version of love. I love you enough to let you within my walls. I love you enough to let you talk to my demons. I love you enough to allow you to have a hold over me when I’ve never allowed anyone to have the power to destroy me from the inside out.”
“Landon tells me you have a history of violence, boy.” “And so does he, but you don’t see me airing his dirty laundry for everyone to see. If I must
you’ll never be able to take her away from me. You can break my legs and arms, but I can still crawl toward her.”
Before me, he used to be an aimless monster. Now, he’s my monster.
My palm meets his cheek. “I’m yours, my monster.” “And I’m yours, little rabbit.”
