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“Who did that to you?” Elia growls, reaching for me.
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.
“I can do whatever the fuck I want, baby. This is my castle, and I’m your goddamn king.”
“Well, carina, the choice is yours. Either we do this now, and I let your little boy-toy walk, or I head back over there and put a bullet in his mouth, then fuck you beside his corpse. It doesn’t make a difference to me.”
don’t need your forgiveness. Don’t want it. All I want is your goddamn surrender.”
Not like there is with my wife, whose fire burns so bright she fucking blinds me just by existing.
Elia Montalto isn’t a king; he’s a god.
“You killed Sheldon. For me.” “I did. And I’d do it a thousand times over if it meant I get to keep you.”
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.
“Fuck me, Elia. Fuck everyone else into oblivion, so that it’s only ever you for me for the rest of our lives.”
