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“Be careful, Little Nightmare. The devil is drawn to the flames in your pretty eyes,” he murmured, his voice low as a dangerous threat. “And I might want to burn in them.”

I move toward the screen, and there she is.
My hummingbird.
Well, with that, all of my morals are gone, seeing I’m watching her like a hawk.

Maybe she is good for my soul, because until I met her, I wasn’t sure I had one.

“I’m going to taste you,” I tell her the inevitability of this moment before kissing the heated skin on her inner thigh. I want her words to invite me in, but her scent is driving me fucking wild. I thought just smelling her hair was intoxicating.

I think I’d give up every secret I had if she was my torturer though. For the first time since I met her, I fear that she has all the power. She must be confused about what I can do to her body, but what she can do to mine, is earth shattering.

“Are those my clothes?” I accidentally shout at him. Why am I so stupid?

“You can wear mine if you’d like.” He stands and glances back at me with a small grin. Holy shit, he’s so tall. Was that a joke? He jokes?

Her playful mood is long gone as she opens her mouth further, inviting me in. I place the smoke between her full lips, letting my fingers brush against her

She was mine.
Not by chance or circumstance.
She was meant to be mine.
No one would ever love her the way I did.
No one could.

She was mine.
Not by chance or circumstance. She was meant to be mine.
No one would ever love her the way I did.
No one could.

“But you are. You agreed to thirty days and nights, and until the sun rises at dawn, you still belong to me, little dove. Which is why I am going to make you pay for letting that simpering mama’s boy touch you. I am going to make you pay for letting him touch you, and lying to me about it.”

“You precious Robert is fortunate I did not tear him limb from limb for daring to lay a hand upon what is mine,” he snarled.

“I do not belong to you,” she spat, unable to help the spark of defiance causing her to go against him.

“Did he touch you?” he growled, his fingers biting into her jaw.

“Did you let him put his hands on you?”

God, he was so far over his head with this woman that he didn’t know if there was any hope of surfacing with any sort of self-respect or dignity. All he knew was that he wanted her. Dressed as a clerk in a chapel. Dressed as a goddess in his club. Most importantly, not dressed at all

“Marry me,” he repeated.

She bit her lower lip, nodded. “Yes. All right. On one condition.”

“You can name a hundred conditions, a thousand. I shall meet every one.” She laughed lightly. “You don’t even know what it is yet.”

“I know how much I love you. I know how desperately I want you in my life. I’ll do anything you ask.”

Taking her hand, he began loosening the buttons of her glove. Her heart thudded. “What are you doing?”

“If you’re going to grace me with a touch, I don’t want you wearing gloves.”

“I’m not going to touch you, I’m not—”He peeled off her glove, tossed it aside, and returned her palm to his jaw.

“Much better,” he said, raising his eyes to hers.

Soraya was the only thing that had ever come close to destroying him. She was his torment and his peril.

She was his only hope of salvation.

His lips curled in a slow, wicked grin. “I’m afraid I can’t do that, Miss Bourne. When it comes to kissing you, I hope it happens again and again. And again.”

He couldn’t let her guess her effect on him. He couldn’t let anyone see. He needed to claim her, possess her, and stash her somewhere where she couldn’t wreak so much havoc on his self-control. But seducing her wasn’t even what he wanted most right now. He wanted to lay his head in her lap and let her stroke his hair all night long.

“What are you doing to me?” he murmured.

hero's pov starts with him fucking another woman and he seems to be A VERY BIG ASSHOLE

I’m drawn to her heat like a moth to the flame, like her body can ward off the demons of our past. She’s my temple, and I want to kneel at her feet and worship.

She is my salvation. And I am her long-awaited consequence.

“What’s your name? Tell me.”
“Tell me you’re mine.”
“No. I can’t do that.” A growl came from him.
“Why not? “Because we both know it’s not true.”

He retreats down the steps, his gaze never leaving mine.
“I’d endure any burn to touch you again, Luna.” Who is this man?

“What do you want from me?” I ask again, searching his eyes through the mask.

“Everything.”

20% in and she is already falling for him just because he showed you some secret place 😭 girllll why!? The book premises is good so I hope it gets better

That was the thing about Rose; not only was she my salvation, but she was also my sanctuary. My home. The beginning to my end.
She was everything.

I reached out my bloodstained fingertip and lightly stroked her cheek with just a whisper of a graze. My little lamb consumed my thoughts. With one glance in my direction, she had become my obsession, and soon I would be hers.

Ella was the flicker of light in my dark world, the color in my grayscale existence, and I yearned for her like the night yearns for stars.

“Call me. Text me. Every time it hurts too much, any time you feel like you can’t breathe, call me. I will answer every time, I will touch you in ways you have never been touched before. I will make you forget everything. I will be your drug, your alcohol, your vice and you will be mine.

“By the time you wake up, we’ll be home.”
“But… I am… home,” she murmurs sleepily.
I shake my head, brushing her hair back before stealing a forehead kiss in a second I can’t afford.
“I’m your home now, baby.”

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.” My voice is hoarse. “Do what?” He cups my neck, palms both rough and smooth, and lifts my chin. “Make you mine.”