I don’t think one stalker is allowed to call another stalker a stalker.
Her smile was lighter fluid to his testosterone. He was full caveman for a few heartbeats.
Doing good seemed barely worth it if he couldn’t keep his own family safe. Maybe he’d gone soft after all. In his head, the only answer was murder and plenty of it. The old way. The way he knew. If he stacked enough dead bodies on top of one another, no one would see past them to find the ones he loved.
Kyle whispered his name softly, like he was her air.
He treats himself like a weapon for your destiny.
He’d rather she killed him than walked out on him.
His touch felt so good it was almost pain.
Beckett had a lot of layers. She used to hate herself for falling in love with him, but now she felt like she might be the only one qualified to do so.
His life was forever a chess game played on a roulette wheel. He’d had to take precise, informed, ball-dropping gambles to get where he’d been.
She’d led her father to believe she was undecided in her profession when in actuality she quickly became one of Beckett’s most trusted enforcers.
When she was this wild, he was a monster for her. He bruised her, took her blows, and fought to give her the pleasure she made him earn.
Cole had never been good with physical affection until her. Now his heart burned with their closeness – so much bigger and better than lust was this love.
What he had wanted the most as a child was a family, a family that treated him like a person and respected his space, his body, and his place in the world. He was never held with love until Mrs. D, who came along so many years into his childhood that he was almost out of it.
She wanted to be physically punished now, and his hands were the safest place to become an object to be used.
I have a soft spot for kids. She started whisper-singing along with me. Her words against my chest. To the pony, I was guessing. She was melting me. I would kill every man on the compound to be able to hand this little girl to her mother tonight. To end this nightmare for her.
I want to decorate you with diamonds. It’s sort of like peeing on my tree, ’cept more expensive.
You are my heart and this is the first time I’ve ever thought it was worthy of a beat.
He kissed me like he was bringing my soul to life.
The little kid in me roared. He wanted me to know he was right. I could trust no one. Everyone wanted to hurt us. This was what I got for allowing someone into the shell. The armor. Stay in the dark. Stay under the bed.
Beckett stood in his office dressed to the nines: his best suit, cufflinks, amazing shoes, and expensive sunglasses. Underneath he had so many weapons that a good speed bump would blow him off the face of the earth.