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378 pages, Kindle Edition
First published June 10, 2024
• ♥ Cane wants so much more than cursebreaking from him. Will Hart let him have it? Or will the curse destroy them both first? ♥ •
“Pretending is pointless.” “Pretending what?” Hart asked, breaking their eye contact and focusing on the fight.
“That you don’t like me.”
«He looked all too perfect at all times. All too ready to be destroyed by someone. Unraveled.»
“As if anyone even comes close to you, sweetheart,” Cane said, and with a final thrust, Hart shattered into pieces.
“I was yours from the moment I met you.” “Then I want to be yours too,” Hart said. “For real this time.”
This wasn’t about getting off. He wanted to take Hart apart piece by piece. It was easy to get lost in a moment. To fuck. That wasn’t what Cane wanted. Cane wanted to own Hart. He wanted him to beg for it. To be lost without him—an addiction he couldn’t quit.
All he needed to do was give in and Cane would give him everything. He could tear the world apart and lay it at Hart’s feet if he wanted it. All Cane wanted in return was him. Wholly. Completely. Not the facade he showed the world. He wanted every ragged, imperfect inch of him. The places he’d seen in glimpses. The places Hart tried to guard from him and lock away. Cane wanted it. Cane would have it.
“Stop it,” Hart whispered. “You took enough.” “But I also gave you a lot, didn’t I, sweetheart?”
“I hate you,” Hart breathed, forehead resting against the glass, breath fogging it. “You don’t hate me,” Cane purred, licking along his jaw in one long stripe, like marking territory. It was disgusting. It was everything. “You hate that I know you. Better than your trainers. Better than your brothers. I know you.” “You don’t—” “Every sick craving. Every dark desire,” he growled the words into the side of his face, taking hold of his neck and forcing his head back. Hart whimpered. “You’ve breathed them all into my skin, sweetheart. I’ve taken you apart and I’ve seen every…single…one.”
“Hart,” Cane said in a low growl, “don’t push me.” Hart scowled at him and spat, “You don’t trust me to handle myself.” “You can handle yourself just fine,” Cane growled back, putting them nose to nose. “But I don’t trust anyone else with you.” Hart startled visibly and stopped trying to escape. He looked between Cane’s eyes slowly, like he was trying to figure him out. Cane let out a huff of angry air. Hart still didn’t fucking get it.
Hart knew the power was in his own hands. It always had been. He just had to ask. That was all Cane ever wanted. The iron stipulation that was written into every interaction. Hart had to ask, and he’d get it.
He looked up into Cane’s eyes and found them dark, wild, and uncontrollable. He knew that look. He owned that look. “Cane…” “Just ask,” Cane said. Hart broke. “I need you.”
All that remained was the most basic, primal part of him. The deepest part that just wanted to be naked, bruised, sweaty, covered in Cane’s hands and kisses. Marked with his cum. He wanted to let go and be owned. Wanted to be told what to do. Wanted all control taken away from him, all need to make decisions, all demands placed upon him…mostly by himself. And he knew Cane could give that to him.
“I can take care of myself,” Hart said. Cane believed it. He knew it. But it didn’t mean shit when all Cane’s instincts wanted him close all the time. Hart was his. He protected what was his.
“So you’ll keep me?” he asked, quiet and looking into Cane’s eyes like he was the last thing he’d ever see. “I’ll repeat this however many times you need to hear it,” Cane said. “I was yours from the moment I met you.” “Then I want to be yours too,” Hart said.
“Whatever you say, sweetheart. You know the drill. Just tell me what you need and it’s yours.”
"[Cane] made sure to fill his lungs completely, dragging as hard as he could and ditching the remains before yanking Hart forward and slamming their mouths together. Hart gasped, and Cane used the opportunity to exhale, pushing that burning cloud of nicotine straight into Hart’s wanting mouth. Hart moaned." p. 107
"Cane wanted to own Hart. He wanted him to beg for it. To be lost without him—an addiction he couldn’t quit." p. 108
"All he needed to do was give in and Cane would give him everything. He could tear the world apart and lay it at Hart’s feet if he wanted it. All Cane wanted in return was him. Wholly. Completely. Not the facade he showed the world. He wanted every ragged, imperfect inch of him. The places he’d seen in glimpses. The places Hart tried to guard from him and lock away." p. 108