Ruin Me, Blackwood
Her eyes were soft, so goddamn open it hurt to look at.
“You should hate me,” I muttered.
“I don’t.”
I swallowed hard, leaning down to press my forehead to hers.
“I’m going to destroy you, Amelia Carter.”
Her fingers curled around the back of my neck, tugging me down into a kiss that tasted like surrender.
“Then ruin me, Dominic Blackwood,” she whispered. “I’m not afraid.”
And for the first time in years, something inside me — the cold, hollow part — warmed.
Maybe I was fucked.