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254 pages, Kindle Edition
First published April 10, 2016
"She thought maybe she didn't need oxygen anymore. He could just breathe for her."
"She wanted his darkness to swallow her whole. She wanted to be a part of it. She wanted to give her own darkness back to him."
“Dulcie,” he whispered, and for a moment, she wondered who he was talking to. Dulcie? Dulcie who? No Dulcie here. She's buried in a ditch by an abandoned train station."
“This is the part where you run away, little girl.”
“Maybe, just maybe, their hidden pieces matched. Con very much wanted to see the real her.”
“She wanted his darkness to swallow her whole. She wanted to be a part of it. She wanted to give her own darkness back to him.”
"What a beautiful darkness we are."
It's only ever us, Dulcie.
Now, yesterday, tomorrow. Whenever.
You get that, right?"
Including moi........because I found myself most of the time kind of rooting for them....weird!!!!
This is not exactly a love story. But it's a book that you will not forget for a very long time.
"Maybe we're sick," her voice fell back into a whisper. He groaned and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close so she was pressed against his chest.
"If this is a sickness, then I don't want a cure," he whispered back.
"Dulcie, I have been waiting for you for longer than you can imagine."
Warmth flooded through her veins and she smiled as she stared into his big blue eyes.
"You have to do me a favor," she breathed, running her fingers lightly up and down the length of his cock.
"My favor is staring you in the face."
"So you stalked me all through high school," she clarified.
"Kind of romantic, isn't it?"
"It's creepy as fuck."
"Yeah, exactly – romantic."
"You've turned me into a puppy dog," he laughed.
"You did that all on your own, stud."
"If you're not going to fuck me, then let me go," she insisted. He crossed his arms over his chest.
"You didn't say please."
She spit on him.
As punishment, he held her thighs open as wide as they would go and went down on her like he was starving. When she was crying his name, begging him for an orgasm, he stood up again. He gave her a messy kiss, then even as she was leaning in for another one, he turned and walked out of the room.
"You're upset because you think you might be in love with me and you don't know what that means. You're scared because you think I don't love you back."
"—I hope you're ready to buckle up, cause it's gonna be a bumpy fucking ride."
"Such a clever boy, Constantine Masters."
"Such a good girl, Dulcie Travers."
"Come here."
Dulcie stood up and moved onto the table. Then she crawled down the length of it until she was kneeling right in front of him. He stared at her for a second, his eyes so big and blue. So huge, she almost fell into them. She took a deep breath.
"I'm not scared of you," she assured him. He slowly stood up, then pressed his hands against either side of her face.
"Liar," he whispered. She shook her head.
"No. I'm scared of myself," she breathed.
"Don't be scared," he said, then he leaned in and kissed a tear away. "Don't ever be scared. It kills me. From now on, tell me whenever you're scared, and I'll take away your fears. Tell me when you're hurting, and I'll bleed for you."
𝑯𝒆’𝒔 𝒔𝒐 𝒈𝒐𝒅𝒅𝒂𝒎𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍. 𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒐 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏’𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎.
It hurt, but she didn't care. She cried out, but he didn't care. She bit down on his shoulder so hard, she tasted his blood in her mouth, but neither of them cared.
She was still shouting, still hitting him, but did nothing when he unbuttoned the front of her shorts and began yanking the material down her legs. “... god, I hope someone kills you. I hope someone kills you, and I hope I'm there. I'll bury your fucking body under a cardboard box by the train station, and I won't even fucking care.”
"You're goddamn amazing, you know that, right?"
"Tell me why."
"Because you helped me kill a man."
Oh dear *clutches pearls* this is one dark read.
“His full name was Constantine Masters. It just had an evil ring to it, like a crazy megalomanic.”
“…she didn’t want to ‘snuggle’. She wanted someone to take a bite of her. She wanted someone to bleed for her.”
“I’d kill anyone who hurt you… And that’s one of the things I find particularly attractive about you.”
“Don’t ever be scared. It kills me. From now on, tell me whenever you’re scared, and I’ll take away your fears. Tell me when you’re hurting, and I’ll bleed for you.”
2.75
”So you stalked me all through high school,” she clarified.
“Kind of romantic, isn't it?”
“It's creepy as fuck.”
“Yeah, exactly – romantic. Anyway,”
interesting, but
”You wanna know why I lit your car on fire?” Con growled, and Dulcie watched as Chuck's eyes opened wide in shock.
“You fucking did that!?” he shouted.
“Because,” Con ignored him. “I thought you were in it.”
just couldnt connect
'Constantine knew his looks worked in his favor. Much the same way Ted Bundy's had worked in his; except Con had no interest in being a serial killer. He didn't even think of himself as a killer. He just didn't like obstructions, and human beings were little more than moving obstructions at the best of times.'