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He paused at the fuzzy purple unicorn propped against my couch pillows. Amusement filled his eyes. “Cute.” “Cute?” I tried not to sound too insulted. “Mr. Unicorn isn’t cute. He’s beautiful.”

“I closed my eyes, letting the peaceful silence and the familiar, soothing tug and pull of her fingers wash over me. Her movements were slow and hesitant. What took her minutes to do when I was a kid took her triple the time now. But I didn’t care how long it took her or what the result looked like; I only cared about spending time with her when I still could.”

“Adult friendships took work and conscious effort to maintain, but the ones that stayed were the ones that mattered most.”

“My friends thought I had the perfect family, and I’d never told them the truth because it seemed like such a trivial problem. Judgmental families were a dime a dozen. But that didn’t mean it didn’t sting. My parents didn’t always voice it, but I saw the disappointment in their eyes every time they looked at me.”

“Twin flames of resentment and frustration burned in my chest. I was weak for Stella Alonso, and I hated it.”

“If my thoughts were chaos, she was my anchor. They always went back to her.”

“I couldn’t bear to destroy the painting. It was too embedded in the jagged pieces of my past.”

“It didn’t contain earth-shattering business secrets like everyone thought. But it had contained something personal that I’d never share.”

“Magda, the painting that had been the bane of my existence since it first came into my possession. Not because of what it was but because of what it represented.”

“Get in the car, Stella.”
I got in the car. 🤣

“To everyone whose favorite color is morally gray.”

“I love you,” “Let me love you.”

“It’s the scars that make them beautiful, princess,” he says quietly. "They're the battle wounds you got in pursuit of your art. Lessons learned in pain and punishment.”

“Do you seriously not consider yourself to be lovable?”

“I don’t know what comes next. I don’t know how to get past this. Most of all, I don’t know how to stop loving her. Goddamn her for that.”

“Good. Now spread your legs so I can fuck you awake properly.”

“Eyes on me, princess,” I groan. “Always on me.”

“Don’t be embarrassed, baby,” “You’re not sick, or fucked up, or broken because you get wet when I put my hands on you.” “If you’re sick, then so am I. If you’re fucked up, I am too. If you’re broken… We can be broken together.”

“And just like that, Nero freaking De Luca, the wolfish, monstrous, possibly sociopathic lord of darkness gently starts to give me a bath.”

“I like the way her presence makes my blood roar a little louder. The way her scent curls in my senses, hair, and skin and just fucking stays there, haunting me. The flicker in her eyes that takes me far, far away from the pain, the darkness, and the demons prowling inside me. I like talking to her, and I don’t really like talking to most people. That says a lot.”

“The annoying reality is, I like Milena being around. A lot.”

Do I smell an upcoming couple!? Brooklyn and SIR KIR 🤩

“But then again, would anyone meet me and think I’m anything but a good girl who’s into vanilla sex? I mean, yeah, I can be brassy, and loud, and I’ve never once been mistaken for a doormat. But I sincerely doubt anyone would ever meet me and guess that my “thing” is getting tackled to the ground and forced, or having my panties torn off and stuffed in my mouth as I get fucked like a whore.”

“Didn’t want roses and grand gestures, or candlelit dinners—okay, maybe I did, but not like in the movies.”

“Remember, princess,” “Good girls swallow every last drop.”

“I might be developing a fetish for you covered in my cum, always.”

“Life is pain, Nero,”
“But it can more than that as well, if you allow it to be.”

“Go to hell.”
“Let's go together.”

“I stare at my reflection in the mirror. Outwardly, I look normal. In control. Strong. But I don’t feel normal. I feel wrecked, inside and out. Like there’s the beginnings of the flu or a cold inside me that’s eventually going to bring me down.”

“The maze only has one exit. I know every dead end. Every turn. I mean, I did design the damn thing.”