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He leans in and draws his tongue across my chest, up my neck and straight to my lips where he shoves it into my mouth. The deposit of his cum into my mouth has me trembling with pleasure.

Holy fucking shit… I’m ruined.

Kill me now because I can’t go back. I don’t want anyone else, and I sure as shit don’t want to see himbewith anyone else.

I’m out of breath when he pulls away from me and brings the back of his hand across my cheek. The tenderness makes my heart need more. I want him to wrap me up in his arms and take me to bed and kiss me until we fall asleep in each other’s arms.

But I can’t expect that, nor will I ask that of him, so I just smile up at his expression of fulfillment.

“I’ll have you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner,” he croons.

I nod quickly, tilting my chin down to my chest. “I wouldn’t even make you beg.”

His gentle laugh has heat building across my temples. As he speaks, he is helping me sit up. “I need to warn you, Cal.”

I don’t visibly show my discomfort, at least I hope I don’t. I do, however, take a deep breath and hold it.

He smiles, the half one that tucks up just one cheek, squinting that eye just a tad. He’s the definition of masculine, but I see the softness, even if it’s just a small crack that I will only notice.

“I like you.” Alright, well, I’m done for. “Which is dangerous. My obsession is not healthy.”

“I’m unhealthy—not like, sick unhealthy, but I’ve got shit too, Ronan.”

He sighs and shakes his head. “I’m aware.” My surprise must prompt him to continue. “Having anyone after you is indication there is something…” His fingers come to my sternum, his index and middle walking up between my breasts, until they’re at my throat. “Inside here that you’re hiding.” His eyes raise to mine. “You’ll tell me, not tonight… but soon.”

Rolling my lips I nod, but don’t say it aloud.

“I don’t know how to take care of you,” he continues, moving past the lie I’ve given him.

“I’ll teach you,” I murmur, raising my hand over the painted hand mark on his chest. “I’ll be slow with this. You deserve that.”

“You don’t know what I deserve, baby girl, not yet. In the end you may find I’m not worth redemption of any kind.”

I know I shouldn’t, but fuck it, at this point what harm could it do to show him that maybe he isn’t the only psycho here. “Then I’ll become unredeemable with you.”

A soft hum slips through his closed lips.

My fingertips press against the spot on his chest, and he takes a deep breath.

“I like you too, Ronan. A lot. And I think you were right when you said we’re toxic—but not for each other. I believe our poison can create something beautiful, yet lethal to anyone who isn’t us.”

He sighs through his nose. “We will see, baby girl.” His smile makes me feel better, and as his hand comes to the side of my neck, I’m surprised, but happy, he leans in for a kiss.

It’s brief, but one, nevertheless.

I want this… I want this so fucking badly, just the thought of what hunts me ruining it, makes me ache.

25

Calista

AGE 15

Whyisshebringingme here? Isn’t this the last place that any person should be, let alone a teenager?

Ever since Dad died last year, Mom’s drug addiction has skyrocketed. She began shooting herself with the substance the moment Dad was diagnosed with cancer, and after it took him, it just… never stopped.

This is the first time she’s taken me anywhere with her. I’ve never been to this side of the city before, but I’m not surprised. It’s nothing like the historical homes that surround ours. The pristine yards that are kept up by the neighbors. No gates separating the fronts, because I guess everyone trusts each other not to steal anything left there overnight.

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