Sweet Surrender (King's Trace Antiheroes, #1)

by Sav R. Miller

“There are darknesses in life, and there are lights, and you are one of the lights, the light of all lights.”

She may look pure, but there’s dirt on her soul—a skeleton handcuffed to her wrist that she’s been forced to drag around for as long as she can remember.

And holy fucking hell, I want her. Want to break her body in half as I dive inside, filling her veins with my blood.

Even though this party is casual, he stands there in a three-piece suit—all black, the way I imagine his soul.

Parents have that ability; they create you, and in return, you spend your whole life craving their approval, even if they don’t deserve it.

Because it hurts that I have to give someone an opening. That no one has ever cared enough to barge in and force the truth from me.

“Nothing’s always bad, right? If you look hard enough, you can find the good in anyone.”

I want to break her—own her. Erase the darkness inked on her soul. Use her innocence for myself; harvest it so she lives on in my bones. And I won’t stop until she’s given me everything.

“I can do whatever the fuck I want, baby. This is my castle, and I’m your goddamn king.”

“I don’t need your forgiveness. Don’t want it. All I want is your goddamn surrender.”

I want to own her; for our souls to be so entwined, there’s no way they can ever be separated, but not at the expense of her goodness. Her innocence. Fuck me; I want to love her. I think I might already.