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300 pages, Kindle Edition
First published July 12, 2020
“Lord Astor’s face remains blank as he talks to her, no expression, no smile, no nothing.”
“We agree that Dad is a robot, and by we, I mean Lars and me. Fine, Lars just listened with a judgmental expression while I informed him of that fact.”
“Stop saying things like that,” I murmur.
“Like what?” He teases my entrance through the cloth and I arch my back. “Like how hard I’m going to fuck you until everyone hears you beg for more? How loud I’m going to make you scream as you come?”
“You’re okay,” he continues. “You’re going to be okay.”
“How do you know that?” I murmur. “How can you be so sure about it?”
“I’m only sure about one thing, and it’s you, Teal. I have no doubt you’ll get through this. Do you know why?”
Something stings my eyes, and I refuse to believe it’s tears. “Why?”
“Because you’re the strongest person I know.”
He doesn’t know that death isn’t a title.
Death is the beginning of every war, and I’ve already started mine.
I stole his will, his future, and soon enough, his life will follow.
I have a secret, I’m a thief.
Ronan Astor is my next target.
As well as my future husband.
I brush my teeth and pay a morning tribute to Ron Astor the Second. Yes, that’s my dick’s name, and yes, I always need to give him the morning routine. Usually, there’s a girl’s mouth willing to ease him into the day, but today he had to restart his affair with my hand.
He’s a pawn, just a damn pawn.
But sometimes, pawns can flip the entire game.
It’s a special type, the kind you not only want to stare at but also want to trap somewhere so you’re the only one who sees it.
It’s kind of sick, but it fits her.
Everything about her is beautiful.
I felt kind of empty when he went to rehab. Of course, I’ll never admit that to the fucker or he’ll record it and show it to my great-grandchildren.
Aiden— Elsa’s boyfriend — is the tall, dark, and handsome type, and he’s playing the role with that scowl that says Come close and I’ll slaughter your family tree. It’s why the onlooking students admire him from afar, not daring to get in his way. For Aiden, only one person exists in the female population — or the entire population, actually — and it’s my foster sister.
“You’re the light despite the darkness. You’re the hope despite the black dots. You’re strong despite the weakness.”
“I would never get on my knees for anyone. It’s a humiliating position and a symbol of weakness, but with him, it doesn’t feel like one.
“You’re my little whore now, aren’t you, belle?”
“I’m not a whore.” I try to argue, but my voice is too breathy, too lust-filled.
“You’re my whore. Only mine.”