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I needed to channel the darkness that ran through my veins and embrace it. To play this game better than this man ever could have predicted. After all, I__ only been with him twice, and already I could see his weakness. His weakness was me.

I didn__ know what to say. What to do. I didn__ feel strong anymore. I felt like I couldn__ go on without him. He loved me fiercely. Obsessively. Rivalled only by the intensity which I felt for him. So why couldn__ we be together?

I__ not letting you go, baby girl. You need to accept that.

It wasn__ desire, it was biology. My body was adapting to the situation. Doing what it needed to survive. That, I was certain of. Because if I had liked it, liked the hands of this monster, that would have made me a monster too.

Don__ deny me what__ mine, Brighton.

I__ single-handedly go to war and burn their whole organization to the ground before I ever let them harm what was mine. And there were no two ways about it- Brighton would always be mine.

Even when she was on her knees- filled with my darkness- she was still shining bright. My Siren__ song, my exposed nerve. She lured me in and made me feel. And then she left me to perish.

It was Brighton. She made me fucking insane. Her beauty and absolute perfection dissolved any moral boundaries that may have existed within me.

She was the only antidote for the bleakness that lived inside of me. My goddess. My deity. I wasn__ a believer in any religion, but I__ make an exception in this case. I__ get down on my knees and worship at her alter every day if it brought her back to me.

He lifted his head, the sight of his dark, disheveled hair, eyes glinting with longing in the lamp light, the gorgeous spread of his shoulders, tapering down to the narrow thrust of his hips, made my ovaries ache deep in my belly.

I don__ want to talk about it,_ she said. Once again he was close. Too close. So damn close. __t all,_ she added, hearing with some alarm that her voice had softened. Everything had softened, at just his proximity. __ver,_ she whispered, and found her gaze locked on his mouth.He had a really great mouth.

When you__e a professional athlete, you get paid millions of dollars for doing something that__ not only fun, but also physical and badass. You have fans: pathetic people without their own lives or hopes or dreams that measure their happiness on your weekly performance (this still boggles my mind, but in the best way possible__owever, my role as a fan now is quite detached). You get to travel around to different cities and fuck their most beautiful women. You are given license to do pretty much whatever you want all the time, and are forgiven easily and often instantly when caught doing anything illegal. Professional athletes can literally get away with murder.

Was it cruel if someone asked for it? Begged for it, even? She always begged. Even now, I could hear her whimpering for me. Christ, those noises she made. A one-way ticket to heaven.

We weren__ old and lame and interested in companionship

...and the sorrow sent her spiraling back into sickness.

Come here. I told you to go to sleep and you wouldn__ go, so now you__l have to take care of me.

He smiled and captured my hand..... I attempted to pull my hand away. He tightened his grip just a little and kept my hand encased in his. A warmth spread through to me.

He placed his hands to his belt buckle and undid it. __ust be careful, Red. This isn__ a fairytale. No one will save you, if you decide to see how sharp the wolf__ teeth really are.