I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.
“Fuck.” His fingers dug into my head, his tongue slipped and curled with mine, creating a deep moan in my chest. “Why does kissing you feel this fucking good?” His hands wrapped around my neck, tipping my face to his, his eyes burning into mine.
Hungry.
They would devour and rip me into shreds.
I wanted every bit of my destruction. And I would be his.
Runnin', runnin', runnin'
Ain't runnin' from myself no more
Together we'll win it all
I'm ready to face it all
If I lose myself, I lose it all 🌼♥️
“The book records history; it doesn’t alter it.”
“I know,” Warwick snapped, his fingers skating back over the seam of the T-shirt, near my shoulder. “But even this little hole… She was wearing this shirt.” Warwick’s fingers pinched at the shirt, tugging at the hole, his other hand moving to my face, his thumb sliding over my cheek. “This bruise. The cut on her lip. I remember it all.”
I scanned the assembly, my gaze landing on the guy sitting across from me, a strange feeling twisting in my gut, a tap at the back of my neck causing me to peer at him through my lashes.
Scorpion blatantly stared at me, his look penetrating, his face blank. His hazel eyes were so intense, I felt uncomfortable staring at him for long. They held a power, a feeling of death, like he would just slit my throat right here. He reminded me of Warwick. His look was severe, with tattoos covering every bit of visible skin below his head. His longer brown hair was tied back in a messy knot, and he wore thick rings, piercings in his brow. He had on a tattered T-shirt and ripped cargo pants with boots, like he didn’t give a fuck and only put on these items because he was forced to. Even sitting, I could tell he was at least six feet with broad shoulders.
Istvan thought I was a pretty face he could sell off to another country for more power and money. Tamed and obedient. He had no clue. I was more dangerous. I might look like a doll on the outside, but I was savage on the inside.
And I would bend to no man again.