Saint Marchetti Feral Obsession

“Stay away from me, little spitfire.” His voice was a warning, but his hands were already at her waist, dragging her closer. “I'm trying to keep what's left of my control.” She lifted her chin, daring him anyway. “You have no idea what you're doing to me.” His jaw clenched, every muscle in his body screaming at him to walk away. She didn't move. She just looked up at him like she wasn't afraid of the monster everyone warned her about. That was his last restraint. He crashed his mouth onto hers, pinning her against the wall, twenty years of restraint breaking apart in a single breath. She tasted like everything he'd promised himself he didn't want. Soft where he was sharp. Warm where the fire had hollowed him out and left only ash and hunger behind. Her fingers curled into his shirt instead of pushing him away, and something inside his chest… something that had been silent since he was ten years old, screaming in a burning room… finally, “finally” went still. He should have stopped. He'd spent twenty years becoming a man who didn't want anything he couldn't take by force, who buried every soft thing in himself the same year he buried his name. He found her to use her. To make her father bleed the way he'd bled. The way his parents did. He never planned on this… her mouth against his like an apology for sins that weren't hers, her heartbeat hammering against his chest like something worth protecting instead of something worth breaking. She wasn't supposed to feel like this. She wasn't supposed to feel like “home.” So if revenge was the only thing keeping him alive for twenty years… what was he supposed to do now that she was the only thing he wanted to survive for? — Description from novelcodex.orgFull novel: Saint Marchetti Feral Obsession — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠