Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 160041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 800(@200wpm)___ 640(@250wpm)___ 533(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 800(@200wpm)___ 640(@250wpm)___ 533(@300wpm)
“I don’t care if it’s wrong. I want you. I need you. I cannot live as long as you aren’t happy. And if that means killing every last man on this earth, I will happily oblige.”
How does he make this sound so easy when I demand the world?
How could he want to give a malicious soul like me everything he has to give?
His hands curl around my face, leaving bloodied streaks of madness. “Use me. Hate me. Fuck me. Hurt me until I bleed. I don’t care, as long as I get to be your vessel for slaughter.”
Tears well up in my eyes, but I push them away as my arms wrap around his neck, and I pull him in for the deepest, darkest kiss covered in the bloodstains of my victim.
“Stop,” I whisper into his mouth, but I keep on kissing him. “Stop falling in love with me.”
“I can’t. It’s too late,” he says between needy kisses.
I claim his mouth like there’s no tomorrow. “I’m not the kind of girl anyone should fall for. It’s not fucking right.”
His kisses are hungry, ravenous even. “I don’t care. I don’t want it to be right.”
“I’m selfish,” I mutter.
“It’s an honor to devote myself to your needs,” he replies, so full of adoration it makes my heart skip.
“I cannot feel what you want me to feel,” I rebuke, still kissing him like my life depends on it. “I’m a sinner through and through.”
“It doesn’t matter. Not to me.”
“Yes, it does. What you crave doesn’t exist.” I bite on his lip, trying to turn him away.
But the pain doesn’t make him wince. Instead, he sucks up his own blood and licks it off my lips. “I will force it into existence.”
This fucker just doesn’t know when to quit, does he?
Grinning, I drag a line from his lips to his ear, and he moans out loud. “It’s hopeless,” I whisper. “Give up.”
“Never,” he groans. “I cannot. I refuse.”
“Why?” I grit, as my knee pushes up against his package.
His Adam’s apple goes up and down. “Because … I love you.”
I lean back to look him directly in the eyes.
“What?”
He … he loves me?
I snatch the scalpel from his hand and point it at his throat, lifting his chin with the blade.
“Say that again, and I will gut you.”
“I love you.”
The edge of the knife pierces his skin, but there’s no fear, none, zero.
And it makes my hand quake.
The power I hold, the fear I bequeath on anyone who dares to get in my way…
It’s vanished from his face.
“I have always loved you. From the moment I met you when we were still young up until now, I have never wanted or craved any other woman besides you.”
I suck in a breath, but my lungs feel constricted.
He dips his fingers into his pants and lowers them, revealing the circular tattoo with wriggly lines on his V-line again.
It hadn’t occurred to me before, but that’s a tattoo of the sun.
His sun.
Me.
“When did you get that?” I ask.
“A long, long time ago. When I first realized I wanted to devote my life to you.” He swallows. “I’ve never touched another woman, looked at another woman, or even so much as thought of another woman. It has always only ever been you.”
Holy. Fuck.
All this time, I thought he was a virgin because he was scared of women.
He … saved himself for me?
“I will never stop loving you. No matter how hard you try to push me away. No matter how badly you want to shut yourself off from the world and kill yourself in the process.”
Now I really can’t keep those damn tears at bay.
“I love your fire, your violence, and every dark spot on your soul,” he says.
No. That’s not fucking possible. No one can love what I’ve become.
I cut into his skin, but it doesn’t faze him as blood ripples down his neck.
“And I will love you until the day I die.” He swallows against the blade. “So if you want me to die, right now … I’m ready.”
“Why?” I say through gritted teeth, cursing the one tear that manages to roll down my cheek. “I’m a monster.”
The way he looks at me, so full of reverence, makes me weak in the knees.
I am never, ever weak in the knees.
Ever.
His lip quivers. “You are my sun. My world revolves around you.”
My jaw drops.
I’m his sun?
“Nothing shines as brightly as you. To be worthy of watching you burn down everything in your path with such fiery passion is the greatest gift I could ever receive.”
His thumb reaches up to pick up the single teardrop rolling down, spreading it between his fingers.
“I will help you destroy whoever hurt you. It doesn’t matter if it costs me my sanity, my freedom, or my life. I will be the knife you cut with. I’m yours.”