Once with him was never enough. I am the girl you dislike. The girl you snub at parties. I am the one who flirts with men and knows no boundaries. I am the one you whisper about. The one who has no rules. I am the one who takes and uses without any regret or excuses. On the outside I am perfect. I have money, looks, and a personality that makes people stand up and take notice, but on the inside I am broken and hurting. Then I met Cash Marshall. He wasn’t what I needed, but I wanted him anyway. It was Cash’s carved, muscular body I thought about. It was his cool, confident touch I craved. I swore he would only be a one-night stand, another distraction to take away the pain. But then our world changed. Our story is not about love. Love is pretty and sweet and full of niceties. Those no longer exist. Our story is about finding each other again in a world gone crazy. It’s about surviving the impossible when war ravaged our land. It’s about saving each other from the darkness and finding out just how strong we could be. And maybe, just maybe, along the way, we’ll find love… Once and for all.
I could come from his gaze alone, but I wanted something more. I wanted him in me. It might be wrong but it was who I was. Who I had to be.
I reached out, pulling him back to me. He groaned and settled between my legs. I didn’t think about being in a public bathroom. I didn’t worry about someone unlocking the door and walking in on us. I only thought of him fucking me.
With crazed frenzy, I reached for his belt buckle. In seconds I had it undone and his fly ripped down. I pushed his jeans aside and plunged my hand inside, wrapping my fingers around him.
Holy fuck. He was big and long and for one unbelievably insane second I wondered how he would ever fit in me.
“Second thoughts, princess?” Cash asked in whispered rumble, the side of his mouth quirking up.
“Hell, no,” I breathed.
He hissed and took my mouth again with his as I started to move my hand up and down on his cock. He was hardness draped with silk, so wide my fingers barely met around him. I ran my palm up, catching the drip of precum on his tip with my thumb. I smeared it over him before sliding back down. His fingers tightened on my hip, digging into me painfully.
“Condom. Do you have a fucking condom?” he asked, tearing his mouth from mine. “God, please say yes.”
I reached for my purse and dumped the contents on the counter, not caring if my lipstick rolled away or my wad of cash fell on the floor. I grabbed the little silver package I always carried with me. A girl had to be prepared nowadays.
“Put it on me,” he demanded, thrusting his cock up into my hand.
Willing to do anything he asked, I let go of him and tore the package open, letting the wrapping fall to the floor. He hissed when my fingers closed around him again, holding him tight before moving up and down. When he started breathing harder, I stopped and unrolled the condom on him, wondering if the damn thing would even fit.
He held still but I could see fire in his eyes. His fingers on my thighs tightened, encouraging me to continue. I did, torturing slow, enjoying the feel of him in my hand.
As soon as the condom was in place, his mouth captured mine again. He wrapped an arm around my waist and dragged me to the edge of the counter. The head of his shaft pushed against me, seeking entrance into my pussy. I trembled, the anticipation and need almost killing me.
He groaned and gathered the hem of my dress in one strong fist. With a jerk, he shoved it up around my waist. It left me exposed to the air and to him, making the damp part of me all that more sensitive.
“Where do I belong?” he growled, his dick nudging at me.
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"He was my darkness and I was his light. We couldn't exist without each other." For me, life was simple. I went to school and studied. I spent time with my friends and stayed out of trouble. I didn't drink or swear and I only dated gentlemen. I was the typical good girl with a bright future. My world seemed perfect. But that was about to change. Ryder Delaney was the one imperfection in my life. He was the bad boy, the black sheep, the one your mother always warned you about. He had only one hard-and-fast rule - Don't fall in love. But some rules were meant to be broken. We were best friends, inseparable since childhood despite our differences. I knew the real man hiding behind the tattoos and bad attitude. He knew all my secrets and dreams. But he didn't know there was one thing I wanted and couldn't have...him. But sometimes Fate has a way of intervening. Soon our world collapsed. War erupted. Darkness prevailed. Alone and on the run, our only goal was to survive and to ignore the feelings we had for each other. But love is powerful... and so is the darkness.
The epic conclusion of New York Times bestselling book Promise Me Darkness."I'm darkness, Maddie. Stay away from men like me. You'll only get hurt." At one time my life was simple. Easy. But that was before the war. Now I was no longer an average college student. I was a survivor. A woman living in a ravaged world. My future was not bright and my life was far from perfect. The war had taken so much from me… but it wasn’t finished yet. It wanted more. It wanted my heart. My soul. The one person I couldn’t live without. It wanted Ryder Delaney. My best friend. The bad boy. The one person who could fight like no other and love me like no one else. He was the father of my baby. I watched him walk away one hot summer day and I prayed he would return. I needed him like I needed air to breathe and water to drink. Without him I was lost. A light without her darkness. Until he returns, I’ll wait for him. And I believe he will return because love is powerful… And so is the light calling him home.
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