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For the people pleasers. Sometimes, it’s okay to be a little selfish.
“It is amazing what women in love will do.” ANONYMOUS, THE ARABIAN NIGHTS
“The girl and everything that comes with her are mine,” I say, my eyes flaring.
The tilapia from our last course threatens to surge back up my throat, nausea tossing my stomach, because I know my wish is impossible to grant.
That’s what cancer does. It ravages you from the inside out without caring who you are. It doesn’t matter whether you keep the world in the palm of your hand or if you have more money than God. It just feeds on death. And death always wins, one way or another.
It’s rude for him to have a voice like that and a face like he does when his soul is so rotten.
“Turn your love from in the rough to spectacular with a Sultans diamond.”
It’s amazing what we’re capable of overlooking— what we’re willing to do— when it comes to those we love.
Controlling most of the world’s diamonds means you control most of the world, and a diamond is never just a diamond.
She’ll be its ruin. She’ll be my ruin. Unless I become the man she marries.
That boy may have his tongue inside her, but it’s me she’s thinking of right now, whether she wants to be or not.
Only now, she’s burned into my brain. And I’m not sure how to get her out.
Squinting my eyes, I realize it’s a tattoo of a snake peeking out of his sleeve, and I track my gaze along his arm, wondering how far up the art goes.
“If I wished for it,” I murmur, leaning in until our noses touch, “I could make you need nothing but me.”
“Well, I’d hoped you’d grow out of being a bitch, but we can’t all get what we want.”
“They’re going to hunt down the lamp that will grant all your wishes, giving you both your happily ever after.”
“I don’t envy you, sister. Here.” She hands me the lipstick. “Wear the red. It’s a power color.”
I flash her a grin before focusing again on the man across the table who’s trying to take what I’ve decided is mine.
“No need to get shy, gattina. You’re my wife now. Nobody will think twice if you take what’s yours.”
“This is your home now, Mrs. Faraci.”
“And now she’s my wife. Which means she’s my partner.”
“He’s a fucking criminal hiding in a business suit, Riya. Who do you think I am?” “Alleged criminal,” she corrects.
“There were tears in her eyes though, and she promised it would only hurt for a little. But that’s the thing about abuse, I guess. The pain always lasts even after the bruises fade.”
“You are so goddamn beautiful, do you know that?”
Julian stands there in the middle of the room with nothing but gray sweatpants and a smirk on his face.
“You make it hard for a man to leave when you look like that.”
Even if it feels like it is. Even if she’s the only one who’s seen my darkest parts and still decided I was worth a shit.
“Don’t you know I’m yours?” I whisper.
I don’t give a single fuck if I inherit Sultans. Couldn’t care less about the lost lamp. Not as long as I get to keep her.
“He’s got all your firsts, and that’s something I won’t ever get. But I don’t want them,” I whisper against her mouth. “I don’t care to have your awkward moments or your shaky promises and your fumbling hands. And do you know why?” “No,” she breathes, her eyes glossing over with tears. “Because I don’t love you like he does.”
“My love for you is dangerous.” A heavy breath whooshes from her mouth, a tear rolling from her eye, dripping over the back of my knuckles. I move, pressing a kiss to her wet cheek to soak up her cries. “I would kill anyone who looked at you. Anyone who dared to even breathe too close.” Her body shakes against mine. “I want your blood and your anger and your violence and your lust.” My thumb brushes against her bottom lip. “I want your smiles and your tears and your insolent fucking mouth.”
“I’m in love with you, Julian Faraci. And I would burn the world myself if it meant I could keep you by my side.”
Because it feels like she’s choosing me. And she’s the only one who ever has.
She could burn Sultans to the ground with me inside, and I’d die happily, knowing she was queen of the ashes.
Because none of this means anything if I don’t have her.
“I want your awkward moments. And your fumbling hands.” I slide my hand from hers, up her side until I’m gripping her hip, and I pull her into me, my face pressing against her stomach. “I want your laughter and your love and your endless fucking light. I’m a greedy man. A selfish one. And I want it all. I want the rest of your firsts and your forever.”

