Kathy Weaver

“I can’t be owned,” she said, a dare burning in her gaze like she wanted me to prove she could be. “Well I can,” I said, hounding her after as I tipped my head down, shadows sliding over me as I turned my back to the closest sconce. “I can be owned and shackled and made into a slave for you, beautiful. But I’m not the kind who does as he’s told. I’m the kind who seeks out the secret desires in your eyes and feeds them to you piece by piece. I’m your most corrupt wants brought to life and it’s my fucking calling to sate you, Blue.”
― Caroline Peckham, Heartless Sky