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

by Sav R. Miller

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. The top buttons of his undershirt are undone, revealing a light swatch of dark hair.

“Women have been lining up on my doorstep since word got around about my massive cock.”

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.

“Kieran Ivers would’ve bent you over the bench in that courtroom, fucked your likely virgin ass, and then slit your throat before thinking twice about his audience. I think you should count your goddamn lucky stars I even offered to marry you.” “I didn’t ask you to do that.” “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.”

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

“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.