They say when you take revenge against another you lose a part of your innocence.
But I’m not innocent.
I haven’t been for a very long time.
My innocence was stolen from me. Taken was the life I was supposed to have. The soul I was born with. The ruby heart embedded in a life full of hopes and dreams.
I never even had a choice.
I mourn that life. Mourn the what-ifs.
I’m ready to take back what was always meant to be mine.
But every plan has a fatal flaw. Sometimes it’s the heart.
**Due to the dark and explicit nature of this book, it is recommended for mature audiences only as some scenes may be particularly disturbing.**
He thinks, in this moment, that we’re making love. He fills me slowly as
I lie beneath him. Arms laced around his neck. Legs spread open wide,
inviting him in deeper as he makes a meal out of my tits. He believes
everything I want him to. He always has. But this is merely a game for me.
A game he foolishly has fallen into. He never questions my love for him,
and now my body writhes underneath his and moans in mock pleasure
as he comes hard, jerking his hips into me, telling me how much he loves
me, and I give his words right back.
“God, I love you so much,” I pant.
His head is nestled in the yoke of my neck as he tries to calm his
breathing, and when he lifts up, I run my fingers through his hair and over
his damp scalp as he looks into my eyes.
“You’re so stunning like this.”
“Like what?” I question softly.