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I can be the guy who holds her when she needs to break, and I can be the guy who chases her into the woods and fucks her ruthlessly.
I’m willing to be her devil as much as she’s willing to be my little demon.
Easton Sinnett may want to break me, but he’s the only one who can put me back together after he’s done.
“That’s what it feels like to love you, Ellington Jade Asher. It’s goddamn fucking consuming. Suffocating.”
“I’ll never lie to you, little demon. I will beat that ass black and blue. I’ll fuck that pretty mouth, and I’ll take this cunt whenever I want. But always remember, Elli, that I love you. And no man on this earth will ever come close to feeling what I feel for you. And if he thinks he does, I’ll rip his fucking heart out.”
He could make a saint unholy with only his voice. He could make an angel fall from heaven with just a single look.
The fact that he’d rip someone else apart for just thinking they could love me turns me on. And the fucked-up toxic side of me wants to test it.
“You’re going to come all over my face, Elli. The first meal I have will be your pussy.”
Nothing short of death will take her from me.
Sin can use me any way he wants, whenever he wants. I’m his.
“If you’re not willingly walking out of this house in thirty minutes, I’ll throw you over my shoulder and carry you out.”
Blood drips from the tip of her tongue that sticks out of her open mouth onto her chest and the floor at my feet.
Taking my hard cock in my hand, I run it over her bloody lips and push it into her mouth.
I watch saliva and blood fall from the corners of her luscious lips as I fuck her mouth. She’s crying, tears freely flowing down her pretty face.
“You do not want to play this game with me, little demon.”
“I will win every single time. No one can beat the devil.”
Sin places the blowtorch to Marcus’s right hand that hangs off the armrest of the chair.
“She’s mine. And that makes her the most important person in the world. Understand?”
“Let that be a lesson, Elli. If a man touches you, it’ll be the last thing he does.”
One vertical post with a horizontal one that sits right at my hips with my six-inch heels on.
He’s still got four, maybe five inches over me.
“Just remember, little demon, that I love you. Because what I’m about to do to you has nothing to do with love.”
“When I’m done with you, you won’t be able to crawl, let alone run away from me.”
“Don’t forget that you serve the devil. You will beg me on your knees for a mercy that will never come.”
“That’s one.” I lean forward, running the tip of the black Sharpie down her chest about three inches long.
I’m going to put her body through heaven, but it’s going to feel like hell. I’m going to make it brutal.
He’s on a mission to kill me—death by orgasms. Is there a better way to go? No.
It’s that toxic trait that I need to be owned. Put in my place. Hurt me, fuck me, make me come. I’ll never learn, but I want him to think I can.
“Sin,” my father says softly. “What?” he snaps, his chest heaving. “Your father and my wife were the only two who knew my brother existed.”
“Have me served with divorce papers, Sin, and see what I fucking do with them. I’ll shove them so far down your throat, you’ll fucking choke on them.”
Tyson grabs Chance’s hair and yanks his head back. I run the tip of the blade slowly across his neck, doing exactly what I told him I’d do. Stepping back, I watch the bastard bleed out onto the floor with a smile on my face.
“I don’t believe in love,” he states, and I snort. “Something so pure can’t survive in hell. But I do believe in revenge.”
I love my wife, and I would do anything for her, but I will always remind her that I own her. That no other man can bring her to her knees or make her beg like I can.
