Falling Away

He’s bringing the belt. Shit.

“Hell, mine, too.”

“And he’s my son, too.”

Because she filled my heart, and this was it. All I needed or wanted.

“I love you, and if you love me,” he breathed out, “and I’ve been good for you, and you’re not lying to me about that, then I’m keeping you. I’m fucking keeping you.”

“I fucking love you, baby.”

“You saved me, and I love you!” Every muscle in my body was hot with fury. “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me! The best thing in my life, jerk-off!” Completely worked up, I slapped him on the arm, seeing him wince but take it. “And if you don’t want me”—I slapped him again—“then stop taking care of me!” I ordered.

There’s nothing wrong with you, and there’s nothing in this world better than you!

These violent delights have violent ends.

Madoc taunted, still pouncing like a seven-year-old