More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
“What do you want, you fucking bastard?” I demand. My body twists under his grip. “Just you. Forever,” he answers simply.
“As blood is my oath, you will forever belong to me and I to you.” He reaches my lips and captures mine with his.
My breathing picks up as he lowers his lips to my neck, gently kissing up to my ear. “I don’t like your attitude, Lake.” “Maybe you should fuck it out of me then,” I challenge.
Tyson isn’t the kind of guy that you call baby or sweetie. No, you kneel and call him sir or god. Fuck, I’d call him daddy if that’s what he was into. But he’s not in charge right now. I am.
Love? It doesn’t sound so foreign anymore. If loving someone means you’d burn the world to protect them, then I love her.
I’m not sorry for what I’m about to do. For all the bodies I’m going to leave in my wake. Why? Because the villain doesn’t give two shits about the world. All he cares about is the one thing that calms his demons, and that person for me is Lake. If I don’t have her, they take control, and all they know is to destroy.
We hadn’t been staying at our house for long but just the thought of going there, knowing I’ll be without my wife, makes me ill. Having to see her clothes in our closet makes me sick to my stomach. Or having to lie in our bed by myself while her pillow smells like her shampoo. I can’t do it.
I grab the nearest thing to me, which is a silver tray sitting on top of a rolling cart, and raise it, slamming it into the side of his face. “I’ll show you combative.”
hihi 🤭
I can’t wait to tie her to our bed at home and fuck her until she’s begging me to stop and then holding her in the bathtub, washing her body for her when she’s too weak to do it herself. I want to bring her breakfast in bed and help her get ready for the day. But then I also want those gorgeous blue eyes to cry for me while my cock is buried inside her. Taking her however I want, whenever I want.
“I choose you,” I say, feeling the butterflies in my stomach at the way his eyes devour my chest. He’s starving, and I want to be his offering. I’d willingly be his sacrifice. Make me yours.
My wife could tell me that she wanted to burn the world, and I’d be proud to watch her burn it down to nothing but ashes. In my eyes, she could do no wrong.
“It’s the last warning I’m going to give the world that if you fuck with my wife, you’ll burn in hell.” Using my thigh, I light it on my jeans and then toss it onto the bed, watching it catch fire.
