I didn’t realize how much it hurt until I stared at his soulless eyes a moment ago. Now that I’m looking at him, at his sharp features and unaffected expression, I want to sink my nails into his leather jacket where his heart is and rip it out, maybe see if there is one.
"I take a sip of the alcohol and then use that opening to seal my lips to hers and pour it in her mouth. She shudders in my hold, so I do it again; this time, my lips linger on her full, velvety ones longer than need be."
“I love you, Jeremy,” I murmur.
“Am I the only one you love?”
“Only you.” I touch his cheek, melting when he leans into my touch. “Do you love me?”
“I’m fucking crazy about you, Lisichka. I love you more than words can express.”
There’s something about corrupting a good girl, delving beneath her skin and ripping out her deepest, darkest parts.
I want to cut it open with my knife and flounder in its blood.
I want her blood.
Calm the fuck down.
There’s no shame when I’m in Jeremy’s arms. He doesn’t judge me. He wants me to own that part of me.
And most importantly, he fucks me like he craves me, like he can’t keep his hands off me.
Like if he stops fucking me, he won’t be the same.
Still grabbing onto me with a desperate hold and a shaky frame, she smiles through her tears.
Hope amidst ruin.
This is the most beautiful fucking sight I’ve ever seen.
"I couldn’t help Mom when she was in that state, but I wanted to help Cecily. Now that I think about it, that was the first time I’ve taken so much interest in someone who isn’t family."