I was surprised he could do any amount of labor wearing the pants he had on. I don’t understand skinny jeans for men. Who wants to walk around with their balls in a vise?
I know you deserve to be happy. I know you deserve someone... better. But I’m selfish. I want you. I want you bad enough to try and be someone better...
I don’t want to stop. I don’t want to think. I want to stay here and pretend nothing’s waiting for us when we get out.
My heart, independent of my logic, had reserved a place for my tormentor and my solace.
He was my tormentor and my solace; the creator of the dark and the light within.
I’m telling you, monsters aren’t born, they’re made.
That you could fix me? What’s more, that I could fix you? Well, Sorry, pet, I don’t want to be fixed. – Caleb.
Love does not always begin or end the way we wish it would.
They say I tried to hurt my nurse. I tell them they tried to hurt me first.
As I walked, I could feel his eyes on me, the way I could always feel his eyes on me. Tears ran down my face unabashed, but I didn’t move to wipe them away. I had earned those tears, and I would wear them as a symbol of everything I had been through. They represented all the pain I had suffered, the love I felt, and the ocean of loss sweeping through my soul. I had finally learned to obey and never looked back.
This is not a romance. Romances are filled with valiant men and simpering damsels in distress. Romances have heroes worthy of the title. They slay dragons and climb towers to rescue beautiful princesses they immediately marry and impregnate. Romances end with a happily ever after. This is not a romance. This is a love story.
There. Now you’re part of me, forever. You’re mine, Livvie. I hope you understand.” Livvie swallowed audibly, her eyes flicking from Caleb’s to his fingers and back. “I’m yours,” she said, but then added, “only yours. And you’re mine, only mine.
Watch yourself, Kitten. I’d hate to have to spank your ass in front of all these people.
He would never admit it, but from time to time, he needed to feel pain as much as he needed to dole it out.
Like a falcon, she needed the dark to understand who her master was. She would learn to trust him, to rely upon him, to anticipate what he wanted from her.
I can’t promise you I’m a completely different person. I’m messed up in ways most people can’t possibly understand, but I care about you. I had to find you and tell you you’re the only thing I care about anymore.
You are crazy, Livvie. But I wouldn’t have you any other way.” I turned my hand over and she moved her hand into mine. It’s stupid how happy it made me. “In case you haven’t noticed, I am not the poster child for mental health.
Livvie, I’ll forgive you whatever the hell you want. You don’t need my forgiveness; you never have to ask for it. It’s yours, Livvie. Anything that’s mine to give is already yours.
I’d never considered myself socially retarded until that moment.
Claudia yelled at an obnoxious level. I must have made a face because she responded to me. “Get used to it, gorgeous man. If you’re going to be part of our group, you’re going to have to handle our rude-ass behavior. There’s no room for politeness in a family.” She winked at me. I smiled.