Revive Me, Part One: The Act (New Haven, #2)

by J.L. Seegars

“You can taste it later, princess. Right now I want you to sit on it.”

Purpose that makes me think the only thing I was ever meant to do was sit on the throne that is his lap. His princess. His queen. Impaled on a scepter, stripped bare by the sheer power of his sword, ruling from the most primal, most possessive part of me.

“That’s right, princess.” His praise has bolts of lightning exploding inside my chest and trickling into all of my limbs. “Say my name. Don’t ever forget that it’s me inside of you. That it’s my dick filling your pussy up.”

“I love you.”

“I love you more, princess.”

“Come, princess,” he says hoarsely. “Come all over this dick because it’s yours. It fucking belongs to you.”

“I’m done, Reese. Do you hear me? Don’t you ever contact me again. Don’t you ever show your face in this city. Don’t you ever come near the woman I love, because if you do I swear to God, there won’t be enough doctors in all of the hospitals you own to save you.”

“You don’t love her.”

“No. I only love you.”

I start to reach for the door, to close him out, but he shuts it for me. We stare at each other through the glass, and I count the seconds in my head. I make it to ten before he taps the roof of the car and turns to walk away.

this shattered me . smmfh

And only now, as I’m watching the curtains close around my lover while he takes his last bow, do I realize it’s because I was never acting in the first place. It was all real for me. Every second of it. But for him it was all just a show.

A tragedy. Masquerading as a romance.