Kat Singleton

Men. They really can do a number on you and not even give a shit that they did so.

When people have the power to hurt you, they have a hold on you that makes you do unexplainable things. Things you never saw yourself doing.

Promise me you’ll still be mine tomorrow.

want them all to fucking hear too. My ring is on your finger and my mouth is on your pussy. You’re mine.”

ey. “Why gamble when you could invest wisely?”

Say his name again, and I’ll bend you right over this table and fuck you until the only name you can say is mine. You’ll be so full of me you won’t even remember who you were thinking about before.”

Beck’s nostrils flare. The angry look in his eyes has my gaze darting away from him in fear. Suddenly, two strong fingers are grabbing me by the chin and forcing my head to look up. His fingertips dig into my cheeks as his face hardens in anger. “Let another man even think about taking care of you when you’re my fiancée and they're as good as dead.” His voice is seething. I have no idea where all of that anger came from, but it does something to my insides

“Just you, Margo. No one but you.”

My arm reaches out to Margo immediately, crossing her chest to try and shield her from any impact. Her scream ricochets off the SUV walls, sending my heart into disarray in pure panic that she’s hurt.

I look to her immediately, scanning her face and body for any indications that she’d been hurt. “Are you okay?” I rush, reaching out to rub my fingers down her cheek to make sure she’s okay.

“Don’t touch me,” she angrily answers, pushing my hand off her. “I’m fine.”

I’d be upset with the tone she uses with me if I wasn’t so fucking relieved that I hadn’t been responsible for her getting hurt