Her throwing knife hits my chair, only millimeters from my neck.
My cock immediately stiffens.
Fuuuck that’s hot. But more importantly, I’ve found a way to get through to her.
I am crossing so many lines. But how the fuck am I supposed to sleep after almost losing her again? Besides, it’s not like I’m sleeping in her bed.
Her floor is a perfectly reasonable place to close my eyes.
I didn’t think my obsession could worsen. Until I realized I’ve been a fucking moron, and that everything I thought about her was wrong.
She’s stronger than every last one of us, and I am in awe of her.
That night on the cliffs, I may as well have jumped. Because the moment I glimpsed the darkness that lurks deep within her soul, existence as I knew it died.
Her soul calls to me in a way that is consuming. It beckons me, and I’m powerless to follow.
She deserves someone who will see that darkness and dedicate their life to building her a happy existence, so that the shadows can never catch her.
A good man would walk away if they couldn’t give her at least that.
I’m not a good man. I’m the fucking monster who craves her because of her darkness.
I want nothing more than to break her all over again, just so that I can fuse her pieces to mine.
She deserves someone like Magnus and Damien.
They could be good for her.
I’ll fucking kill them if they ever touch her again.
Fuck, I’m a selfish prick.
I’m still fucking keeping her, though. Now, I just need to convince her that she wants me too.
Warmth fills my chest, chasing away all rational thought as my kitten smiles at me.
Fuck me, maybe I do want to be a good man, just so that I can make her do that more often.
I’ve been training her for a few days now, and her smart mouth is getting sassier by the minute. I’m starting to think she’s doing it on purpose, to goad a reaction out of me. The thought has me stifling a laugh.
If only she fucking knew.
Every moment I spend with her – watching how her clever mind works, hearing her laugh, and feeling her pulse race – makes me question why I ever bothered to breathe, if it wasn’t to draw out her reactions.
It’s already taking everything in me to keep my distance.
I’m trying to be good for her, to help her see how strong she truly is. She needs to know she deserves the world, even if she never wants me back. The right thing to do is to give her space and to keep my hands to myself.
My little kitten is out of her ever-loving mind.
She thought I didn’t want her?
I only meant to tease her, so that she knew a fraction of how much I crave her. Until I fucking tasted her. And fuck me, if that didn’t annihilate my restraint.
I couldn’t go back to keeping my distance, even if I tried. I will claim her so completely that there is no doubt where she belongs.
She is fucking mine.
