Page 22 of Desperate Crimes

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Lava and sin and fire.

My fire.

She’s pure fucking kryptonite.

And she’ll wake soon.

Disoriented.

Scared.

Maybe furious.

Good.

Let her fight me. Let her scream. Let her call me a monster, a psycho, a bastard.

Especially when she learns she can’t hide her secrets from me.

I can’t fucking wait. I want her so bad.

But I want her ripped open and real.

Because when the screaming stops, when the fight drains out of her, when the shock wears off and she sees the truth in my eyes—that I would burn the world for her—then she’ll understand.

I’ll be there, waiting.

Ready to catch her when the world no longer makes sense.

When all she has left is me.

Unhinged?

Maybe.

But don’t confuse obsession with ignorance.

I know exactly what I’m doing.

I know the rules of this world.

And I’m breaking every goddamn one.

For her.

Leanna.

My Princess.

My captive.

My queen.

And it all starts now.

Chapter Five-Leanna

The first thing I see when I open my eyes is blackness.

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