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I CAN’T STOP. 😭

“When I open the bedroom door, he’s there. He doesn’t say a word, just stands against the wall as if he’s waiting for me. It must be obvious just how much I’ve been crying, and he must be incredibly confused, but it doesn’t matter. Because he doesn’t say a word, just opens his arms for me, and I step into them like a moth to a flame.”

🥺😭

“It’s not for them. It’s for me,” he replies playfully. “And for you, if you’ll have a drink with me.”

“I’m working.”

“So you don’t want to make them jealous? I’ll let you sit on my lap while you drink it,” he replies with a smirk.

SCREAMING. CRYING. 😩😭

Y’ALL, THIS IS SO GOOD. 😭 I’M DEFINITELY STAYING UP LATE SO I CAN FINISH THIS.

“I’ve lost control. It’s long gone. I act on impulse as I snatch her by the waist and hoist her over my shoulder, turning as if I mean to carry her home like this.”

She’s a brat. THIS IS GONNA BE FUN.

“That was when I discovered that I, too, had certain tastes—a taste for pleasure and domination. So, I started to seek out more women who had similar cravings.”

SO PICK ME. CHOOSE ME. LOVE ME.🥹

Now this is dark romance but I’m also low-key bored. 😂

“Fuck, you’re beautiful wearing my blood,” I say, cupping the side of her face, gingerly rubbing more onto her cheekbone.

Why is this working for me? I NEED HELP. 😭

“I can get rid of that ache for you, doll,” he whispers, running his ring-covered hand along the edge of my skirt, pushing the finger just beneath the hem. “If you allow yourself to fall into flames of eternal hell with me.”

😳

JUST BREAK UP WITH HER ALREADY. 😩 I’m gonna be real mad if there’s cheating. 😤

“I think you missed your floor,” he said.

God, six words had never sounded so suggestive. At least not until mine.

“I guess I’ll go to yours.”

THIS IS MY KIND OF GOOD TRASH. Watch me pull an all-nighter and finish this tonight. 😚

WHY IS THIS BOOK GIVING EVERYTHING TO ME RIGHT NOW. 😭

This book is A LOT HEAVIER than I expected but it’s pretty okay so far.

His arms cross. “Because I expect more of you."

Expect. That single word makes me feel like I can’t breathe. I don’t want him to expect anything from me, because God knows there’s no guarantee I’ll deliver.

“You shouldn't."

This book is hitting close to home. 🥲