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310 pages, Kindle Edition
First published May 25, 2022
Pure Gold. Hello, psychopath meat sociopath. Let’s go down a twisted journey through the woods, kink club, and to our houses, we go. Yea, it’s the best kind of dark MM romance I have read.
I love the concept of this book—two killers, both dysfunctional. At first, I was a little worried about how the two killers' journey would unfold—especially Kaspian. I wasn’t a big fan of him at first. So happy I trusted the process. By the end, I was ecstatic with the process.
Dysfunctional is in the setting of a small-town Vermont. Where everyone knows everyone and gossip spreads like wildfire. Ezra lurks in the dark, stalking Kaspain to see what he is up to. But all is not what it seems, and Kaspain is too wise. Don’t underestimate either of them; after all, they’re killers.
There love is twisted. That is what they want and they are perfect for each other. I
Yes not forget to add obsession and possessiveness. Plus the lengths they will go. They would burn down the world for each other.
“But remember, as much as you love doing those things, I love being on the receiving end. I won’t allow you or anybody else to ruin this for us.”
Over I can honestly say I am screaming from the rooftops recommending to read this book. It’s addicting, and you will not want the story to end.
“I don’t believe in much,” he says. “But I believe you were made for me.”
I grin and my heart sings. “It’s me and you,” I tell him. “Until the end.”
“Who do you belong to?”
“You. Fuck,” I breathe. “You, Quintin. I’m yours.”
He thrusts deep. “Damn right you are. In this life and the next.”
We are what we are—dysfunctional.
“Look, I won’t tell you I love you, but I’ll always tell you I want you.”
Kaspian smiles slowly. “Yeah?”
There are times where I don’t think I know him at all, yet I feel like he’s the only person in the world who gets me.
He stares up at me, his mouth open, saliva glistening across his lips and chin, and specks of blood splattered on his face like freckles. “Fucking beautiful,” I say with a groan before stepping forward, “Show me your tongue.”
Am I a psychopath? No. Some might say I’m sociopathic, which is definitely the better of the two if you ask me, but I’m not a fan of labels. I’m just me.
He shakes his head. “I want to fuck you so hard and so deep in the hope that you’ll understand how much I do want you. So you’ll know never to pull any stupid shit again. I need you to know without a doubt that you only need me. I want to mark and ruin you. I want to hurt you while making you feel so fucking good. I want to rip you apart just to be the one to put you together again, because I want you to know that I’m capable of both.”
We won’t change who we are. As the saying goes, a leopard can’t change its spots. But we don’t want each other to change. We were drawn to each other for these exact reasons. We accept and need the other person to be exactly who they are, because we get precisely what we need from one another. Maybe nobody else understands, but we do. Together, we feel normal.
You're absolutely devastating
I wonder if he tastes like the darkness that lives in his eyes
I’m going to use you, and there’s nothing you can do about itThe obsession on each other wasn't the only plotline because it did focus on other aspects such as their killer tendencies and the characters around them whom had the correct amount of focus needed.
"He walks out of the room, my blood staining his hand, his cum coating my skin, and he thinks there isn’t an us.
“Overwhelmingly and all-consuming. I want you to feel my absence like you’d feel a knife in your chest. I don’t need you to tell me you love me. I’m not sure I’d believe it anyway. Love feels obligatory in a relationship. Like you have to say it even if you don’t mean it. Love is just a trite four-letter word. People use it for every fucking thing. They love a movie, a song, a particular cup of coffee. I don’t want to be lumped into a bunch of random shit. What I want is to be accepted and desired. I want to be craved. I want you to feel like you’d be miserable without me.”
"Don't you realize you're exactly what I want? Why would I do anything to remove you from my life?"
"He doesn't think anybody's watching because he's used to being the stalker..."
"Our relationship doesn’t fit within the bounds of what’s deemed an acceptable and normal relationship, so I don’t think we should tarnish it with labels that don’t fit. We are what we are—dysfunctional.