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216 pages, Kindle Edition
First published August 19, 2014
It still hurt like a bitch and I slapped her, hard, in punishment. I heard her gasp of pain, and it sent a shiver of lust through me. If I could hear that sound for the rest of my life, I could die a happy man.
Black dots danced in front of my vision again, as his big hand cut off my oxygen. I welcomed unconsciousness, but again, I wasn't so lucky. When he saw my head start to droop, he released me so quickly the world tilted on its axis.
I still love to hear her scream. There's just something about the way her mouth opens and her eyes go wide. She's so beautiful when she's terrified.

Hot liquid warmth reared up in me. I basked in the glow of my strength. Of my prowess. Of my power. I'd never, ever felt so powerful in my whole life.
I wanted that night to be the beginning of something really good.





“You're mine,” he repeated, as he shuddered against me. “Say it.”
“I'm yours,” I breathed, knowing it was true as soon as the words left my mouth. I was Elliot's, whether I wanted to be or not. He had forced himself into my brain, my molecules, and had changed me irrevocably. The girl that I had been before he'd come into my life was officially dead.
“Forever and ever,” he whispered.
“Forever and ever,”

❛Her knees shake, but I've got her.
She won't fall.
She arches her back, the low light through the trees accentuating every muscle of her back, every bone of her spine, every inch of silky skin. God, I love her so much. I didn't think it was possible to love someone as much as I love Joanie. She has all of my goddamn soul.❜


❛She moans at the back of her throat, the sound dripping like honey down my spine.
I scarred her for life and it feels damn good. It won't be the last time, I think with a smile. I rub my rough cheek against her softness, then press a kiss to the valley of her breasts. When I glance up, she's looking at me, her eyes heavy-lidded from sleep.
All I want is to be close to her. I want to crawl under her skin. I want to embed myself in her.❜

I was in control now.
I felt a smile curl over my lips, even as my tears continued to fall.
I was going to make him suffer and I was going to love every minute of it.
This is what she does to me. The love of a good woman can change everything. I know it. I'm proof of it.















''I'm not an idiot—I know what love is and that ain't it.
It just felt like it.''

"Pain was black and white. What he was doing to me existed in a gray area, and I hated the way he was making me feel."
"He was a murderer and a rapist. He was crazy and unstable and wanted to possess me, body and soul, but when he made love to me, I couldn't stop myself from wanting it. He'd taken everything from me and I was messed up enough to keep giving him more.
I was drowning in him."
“He knows the dirty parts, the ugly parts, the crazy parts, because he's bred and fostered them in me. And he loves me anyway.
I also know all of his bad parts. I know what to expect. I don't fear him anymore.
In a lot of ways, I'm his mirror, and he's mine.”
“That was then, this is now. My story is not a happy one, and I don't expect a happy ending. I don't expect that my prince and I will ride off into the sunset. I don't expect a happily ever after. I don't expect anything so clean and easy. My life is about to take a messy turn, and I know the end will be bittersweet, at best.”
“You're mine,” he repeated, as he shuddered against me. “Say it.”
“I'm yours,” I breathed, knowing it was true as soon as the words left my mouth. I was Elliot's, whether I wanted to be or not. He had forced himself into my brain, my molecules, and had changed me irrevocably. The girl that I had been before he'd come into my life was officially dead.
“Forever and ever,” he whispered.
“I hated him, but I craved him. I wanted him dead, but I also wanted him to fill me up and fuck me and hold me tight against his unyielding body. Even now, years later, I can't stop myself from wanting him. We're stuck in a fucked-up web of our own making and there's no way out.
For either of us.”