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Visions like these could only mean I’ve been kissed by the devil himself.
“So I’ll just kill him,” he says flippantly. “No. Jesus,” I huff out in exasperation. “That’s not the solution to every fucking problem.” “Isn’t it?” he replies with a shrug,
Watching Connor drive manual does things to me that I would rather die than to admit out loud.
Her legs wrap around my waist, followed immediately by a loud crack. My face swivels to the side, my cheek hot and burning, the taste of copper bursting on my tongue. She just fucking slapped me. Slowly, I look back over and it’s not fear I find in her irises but blown out pupils and absolute indignation. I smile, tonguing my cheek. “Do it again,” I growl.
“Why don’t you be a good little wife and come all over your husband’s cock.”
Not sure which ending is worse. All I know is that I’ve danced with the devil before and I know I will dance with him again.
“I know you’re hiding something from me. And I know it’s bigger than just your piece of shit ex.” His other hand lands on my hip, pushing me into the mattress and holding me there. I swallow hard. “I don’t care how long it takes. But I will find out. And when I do?” he growls low, his eyes shining purposely in the dark. “I’ll kill them all, darling.”
“Fine. But I won’t stop at just the dress.” He gives me a lazy shrug, turning his back to me and starts to make his way out of the kitchen. But before turning the corner and disappearing from sight, he gets the last word in from over his shoulder. “Spend my money all you want, darling. It turns me on.”
“My… my… sounds like I need to repent then,” he muses, dark eyes hooded and glinting with vice. “Maybe I should fall to my knees and ask my wife for forgiveness. Would that please her?”
“He was a dead man walking the moment he touched my fucking wife,” he rasps.
“I want to corrupt my filthy little wife while she wears it. Because you should have never been wearing a white dress for anyone but me. ”
“You’re psychotic, you know that?” I say while pushing off of him, heading to the bedroom. “And what does that make you, darling?” I don’t bother answering, because—well, he has a point.
“Let go,” he says softly. Like an incantation. And again, I’m lost in all the different meanings these two words can mean. Let go of this memory haunting you. Let go of this piece of you. Let go of your control.
His heated eyes are so full of desire and intent when he slams the glass back where it belongs, leaning back over me. He takes the same fingers that were just splayed over my yearning tongue and squeezes my cheeks, spitting the tequila into my gaping mouth. My body flares and I eagerly swallow, the alcohol burning down my throat while his hips still piston into me.
With both hands around my face, Connor kisses me with every smoldering part of him—I’m lost but then immediately found again.
My thumb swipes over her kiss-swollen lips and she offers me a sad smile and my chest fucking aches. Why does it hurt to look at her?
But one thing did change. She’s mine now. And I’ll burn the whole fucking city down in my wife’s name.
She can act like she’s mad, fuck me like she hates me, and pretend she’s not as obsessed with me as I am with her. I don’t care. As long as she leaves the impression of her warm body in the sheets beside me every morning.
My heart squeezes with an ache I’m still struggling to define, and I exhale roughly. “Don’t you worry, little devil,” I hear myself say. “We’ll get her back.”
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She is Lilith personified. And I am the devil at her feet.
“This is what freedom feels like, isn’t it?” Lucy says after a while. I take a long and deep breath, my eyes focused on the horizon. “I think so.”
“This,” he says, while pointing to me and then him, “is real, Lenix. And it’s for life. I adore you. I love you so damn much that it feels like I’ve always loved you, but I’ve just been too much of an idiot to realize it until now. It doesn’t matter how it started, the only thing that matters is that there’s no end between us.”
“You’re my wife, darling,” I drawl. Keeping my palm splayed wide against her warm cunt, I slowly push my middle finger into her and watch in absolute adoration as her pupils dilate from my ministrations. “Obsessed doesn’t even begin to describe what I feel for you.”
can't give you my forgiveness when there’s nothing to forgive.”
“Let it go, Connor. For me? I need you. There’s no space for this guilt between us.”
“Then I promise you this, Lenix. You’ll never be safer than right here in my arms. I’ll turn the Sin Eaters into a fucking world empire just to keep you safe. No one will ever dare touch you now.”
“You’re telling me you have no reservations about us ending up together when I have visions about killing you in a past life?” I squeak out. He gives me one of his cocky curls of his lips and flashes me a smile. “I probably deserved it.”
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From the very beginning—it’s always been real. I’ve always been real.
