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Bedroom Hymns by Morgan Reeves They took me, broke me, remade me in their image. I am branded by their twisted ambitions; martyred by their greed. They ground me down until I was everything they wanted and more, and at the end I thanked them for it. Revenge is sweeter than love.
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Published on October 11, 2017
They forced me to love them, and then they cast me aside like yesterday’s trash. But they taught me to be the best. So that’s exactly what they’ll get.
Because in the end…
And they’ll never see me coming.
They took me, broke me, remade me in their image. I am branded by their twisted ambitions; martyred by their greed. They ground me down until I was everything they wanted and more, and at the end I thanked them for it.
Revenge is sweeter than love.
“Are you ready?”
His voice held infinite patience, and my gaze flew to his, startled. He was regarding me with an almost soft expression, his dark eyes wandering my features lazily. He looked… content. Or pleased. It scared me, if I was honest. My heart stumbled in my chest, and I felt the trill of it all the way to my toes. I needed to build new blocks against this man if I was going to survive. I had to.
“Yes.” The word came out breathless, and I silently cursed myself for it. I sounded like a dazed little girl, not the pissed off woman I was. I hated this.
He swept me into the dance, quietly counting out the steps as he moved me around the floor of his office. As he’d promised, we took it slow, and I relaxed into the motion and the hypnotic quality of his voice as I concentrated on the steps.
I couldn’t have said how much time passed as we danced across his office, but it was long enough for my eyes to droop with weariness before he stopped.
He didn’t release me, though, and I tensed, looking up at him.
He let go of my hand, keeping me close with his other gripped at my waist, and lifted it to brush a finger across my lower lip.
“These drive me insane,” he murmured. “You’re always scowling at me with these lips. And all it does is push them out until they’re even more beautiful than normal. I think I’ll miss the day you stop scowling at me.”
“Won’t happen,” I breathed, pulse racing. “That would mean I’d stopped hating you. Which is impossible.”
His head ducked down until his lips were hovering over mine. A hard exhale would bring us together. I froze, trying not to breathe.
“You’ll change your mind,” he said, each word a whisper of warmth over my mouth. I fought down a shiver and felt my skin pebble. Then he shifted forward and pressed his mouth to mine, and I forgot all of my objections.
He was sunlight on a cold day. His kiss spread warmth through my body until I felt wrapped up in its hazy glow. He was gentle, and slow, and oh so thorough. I could feel myself melting against him as he claimed my senses and made them his own. He captured my sense of touch with his lips and tongue, and I knew I’d never get it back. It belonged to him now. Every feel of satin would be compared to his tongue sweeping my mouth. Every brush of velvet would pale in comparison to his mouth.
I groaned against him and dug my hands into his hair to keep him with me, unwilling to let this liquid joy slip away. In return, he tugged me closer with the hand on my waist until I was plastered against him. His other hand cupped my jaw and tilted my face upward as he devoured me.
It was a kiss to end all kisses. Never before had I felt such surety of purpose or such absolute rightness. This was it. The best moment of my life so far. All that existed was Cole’s lips against mine, his soul creeping down into my nooks and crevasses and filling me up until I was nothing but him and desire.
Who even needed a name when I could have this?