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April 25 - April 28, 2023
A hard-on with kids around would make my father really look bad.
Mommy issues aside, anything that beautiful should be kept from Kieran, who loves to destroy precious things.
Sometimes, regret’s the only emotion worth a damn.”
Even though this party is casual, he stands there in a three-piece suit—all black, the way I imagine his soul.
“Those things kill people, you know.”
“I hear you kill people, too. What do you think will get me first?”
“I heard the king is looking for a queen.”
“Women have been lining up on my doorstep since word got around about my massive cock.”
This is probably the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me, and it’s happening with one of the most dangerous men on the freaking planet.
Oh my God. I’m being fingered by a mob boss in my cousin’s house. Can it get any more depraved than this?
“Because you’re never home—too busy making sex tapes and getting tossed in jail for public urination.” “Uh, intoxication, thank you very much.”
Revenge is a lot easier to exact on someone when they don’t think you’re capable.
Distancing yourself from the people who are supposed to show you unconditional love is hard when the evidence is covered up.
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.
If I hadn’t been so distracted by the sight of her coming on my tongue, I would’ve thought to check the number before we departed, but my mind had turned to mush the second I tasted her.
My mother haunts me regularly; I can only hope she does him as well.
But my soul is tarred, black and thick, and in desperate need of redemption.
“Caroline belongs to me, regardless of how this arrangement benefits either of us. She will be my wife, and I promised to protect her.
But regardless of whatever the fuck is going on with him, the little topolina is mine. I have a feeling she might be worth it.
I don’t know why, but there’s this strong urge inside me to keep that from happening, which is what has me signing my life over today, abandoning bachelorhood, and choosing duty over freedom.
And my mind is stuck on a feisty blonde, who, after tonight, will legally be mine.
One look at the thick gold watch on my wrist tells me I’m somehow running behind, and there isn’t a chance in hell I want to miss this.
Exchanging one prison for a relationship that will undoubtedly erect another just because I like the way his head fits between my thighs?
He’s too important, and my loyalties lie with me now.
“Let’s fucking do this, amore mio.”
The heat of his mouth licks down my spine and sets my skin ablaze.
We’re full-on dry humping in front of a district judge and our closest family, but my husband seems completely unfazed.
“Who did that to you?” Elia growls, reaching for me.
“Drop it? Where the fuck would you like me to put it, Caroline?”
I’ve been married to this nymph for all of five minutes, and I can already tell she’s going to cause me problems.
“I’d watch that pretty little mouth if I were you.”
“You didn’t object, either. Seemed pretty eager when I had my head between your thighs, worshiping your pussy until you came all over my fucking chin.”
It feels wrong to be the most powerful man in the state yet unable to get your brand-new wife to open up about her demons.
No one fucking talks to me like this, yet... I don’t mean it when I tell her to stop.
She peers up at the house like it’s a castle, and she’s a princess finally moving in.
She leans into my touch, her eyes drifting closed like she feels safe here. With me. When she absolutely shouldn’t.
When all I can think about is fucking devouring her, crawling inside her skin and stitching myself into the walls of her being, grinding myself into dust and sprinkling it on her bones. All the ways I could destroy and leave my mark on her.
More loss of control, more desperation—I want him to unleash the beast I feel percolating beneath the surface of his skin, hiding out in his veins.
Elia Montalto might be the king of King’s Trace, but he’s no match for me.
I can’t stop my heart from beating erratically at the thought of something happening to her. Which is completely irrational, considering I’ve known her officially for all of a week and a half—but still.
saying. I thought part of the benefit of this relationship would be you getting to bend that prim and proper ass of hers over any time you please.”
“Don’t mind him. He’s grumpy because his wife is giving him permanent blue balls.”
I want only one set of lips on me, and they’re nowhere around the club tonight.
I want the lioness—the woman I have to work for. Beg for. It’ll make her surrender all the more sweet.
You will not speak to me like I’m the scum beneath your shoe, nor will you refer to my wife in any way that isn’t entirely and outrightly flattering.
That’s the wrong thing to say; his eyes harden, deep-seated anger branching out over the contours of his perfect face. How can someone look so delectable and so frightening at the same time?
“I came here tonight because I felt like an asshole for leaving you here for a few days while I took care of things at work. I thought you’d be scared, confused, maybe even a little needy. Silly me, I married a girl who doesn’t fucking need anyone.”
Something about her makes me want to push her buttons and see which ones keep her on.
It’s disturbingly honest. More honest than I’ve ever been, and my stomach cramps with the words. I can practically taste her rejection before it’s even passing her lips.
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.