Page 87 of Bad Kind of Love

My eyes connected with Jack’s behind me, and I felt him press up against me. Emotions swirled between us, but my head immediately dropped down when I felt myself on the brink of tears.

“Look up, Becca.” He demanded softly.

When I finally did, I watched through the mirror as Jack’s hand snaked around my neck, rubbing the spot just below my ear.

“I will never have the patience of Wes.” He spoke calmly as his fingers continued to rub at my skin. “Or his charm that melts hearts.”

“Jack…” I frown staring into his miserable eyes.

“With me, what you see is what you get. You won’t wake up to flowers at your bedside or have sweet nothings whispered in your ears.” His grip on my neck tightens but the stinging has me gasping for more.

“Instead, I’ll steal your heart and set fire to your soul, damning any other man after me.” He growled low into my ear as my eyes rolled back into my head.

I didn’t want another man.

I just wanted him.

“I want every beautiful and broken part of you, Becca. The good, the bad, everything.”

It was always going to be him. Jack was the missing piece to my puzzle, and I was willing to risk everything for our immoral love.

“I don’t want sweet.” I set him straight, locking our eyes together. “I want your darkness.” Twisting around in his arms, the grip he has on my neck loosens and I watch as the vein in his neck thumps wildly. “I want the devil who stole my heart.”

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