More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
Marriage for love is for princesses in the fairytales, not princesses in the Mafia.
“I can’t believe you remember that.” “I remember every second I’ve spent with you.”
“Every part of you is going to belong to me by the end of the night,” he whispers into my flesh and begins to undo my jeans with his teeth. Fuck if I’ve ever seen anything hotter than this man on his knees for me.
“I have one question before we begin—” “What’s my safe word?” I guess. “No.” His voice is shockingly cold, detached and starkly different to the tone he’s used all night and dread sinks into me. “What the fuck are you and those French bitches planning?”
“Did he fuck you sweet and slow like the princess you think you are or hard and rough like the whore I know you are?”
She looks like a goddess, even on a bathroom counter, and I’ll fucking kneel at her altar.
“Eyes on me, princess. Watch me ruin you for all other men, especially that so-called fiancé.”
“Fuck me and tell me how lucky you are.” He stills his thrusts and breathes heavily, taking in my words. “How lucky you are that after everything that’s happened, everything you’ve done, I’m still here, still wanting you.”
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Ef. Sometimes it feels like I can’t fucking breathe.”
“Sometimes I feel like a body, bartered and bought, not a person. What happens when you realize you’ve been sold damaged goods? Will you still want me?”
If last night was a wildfire, this morning is the warmth from a hearth. The foundation of a home. A home that we have found with and in each other.
“I’ve made a lot of mistakes but loving you was never one of them. I may not be a gentleman, but you are worthy of gentle love, and I vow to give you all you deserve and more.”
“You’ve shown me the beauty in darkness, the strength in myself, and the perfection in ruin.”
