Emily McIntire

“Darling, if I’m the dark, then you’re the stars.”

real, raw and flawed characters. There will be times you may want to scream at both them and me, and that’s okay. I promise I’ll bring you through it.

Trust the process.

“He was a cad, darling.” His eyes glint. “Not worthy to taste the air you breathe.”

“Hello, ladies,” he greets, his eyes never leaving mine.

“And if you’re a good girl, maybe I’ll show you the real reason why my mouth should be illegal.”

I wasn’t lying when I told her she was beautiful. She is.

Achingly so.

“Do me a favor, pet.”

“A—anything,” I stutter out.

“Grind that sweet little pussy on me until you make a mess all over my lap.”

“Such a good girl,” he purrs.

“James?” Wendy’s voice flows through my ears, and just like that, my irritation drains away, a smile taking over my face.

His eyes flicker toward me, the harshness of his gaze softening.