Ruin Me, Blackwood
That part was selfish, reckless, desperate to feel his hands on me again, to hear that rough voice murmuring against my skin, to drown in the dark fire he ignited inside me.
But another part of me, the part that had been burned before by men who only took, who didn’t know how to give a damn thing back, was cautious. It whispered warnings about getting too close to a man like Dominic. A man with walls so high, even he didn’t know how to lower them. A man carrying so many scars beneath that cold, commanding surface.
And yet… wasn’t that what drew me to him in the first place? The way he wore his darkness like armor, and how — just for a flicker of a moment — he let me see the man underneath.