His nostrils flare, possessiveness rearing its head in those stormy eyes. “Always, pretty girl. You know I’ll never stop.”
My body hums, electricity zinging through me with his words. Maybe his obsession shouldn’t please me as much as it does, but part of why we work so well is that we’re both fucked in the head. Equally tangled up in one another.
Pushing away from him, I lean back on the bed and spread my legs, teeth digging into my bottom lip. “Undress me and find out why I was there.”
Dropping to his knees quickly, Aiden’s ringed fingers glide up my thighs, flipping my skirt back to my waist. He dips his head to my pussy, licking my seam once, before the plastic wrap on my hip catches his attention.
Reaching up, he slowly peels the cover away, revealing the two-headed serpentine design that starts at the corner of my thigh and stretches over the scar there, incorporating it so that you almost can’t even tell the skin beneath is mangled at all.
It winds around the angel tattoo he gave me, bright purples and greens and blacks that I fall in love with all over again when he unveils it.
“My logo?” he says, tracing the inflamed edges almost reverently.
I smile, letting my head fall back on the mattress. “Seemed fitting, considering you gave me the idea.”
A strained sound tears from Aiden’s chest, and he crawls up my body, peppering kisses along the way.
“How bad does it hurt?” he asks, discarding his towel and pressing the head of his cock against me.
Shifting, I spread my legs wider, answering silently. We groan into each other’s mouths as he pushes in, and it throws me momentarily—as it always does—how right it feels for our bodies to connect like this.
When he fucks me, it’s a religious experience. Something ethereal and eye-opening that leaves me gasping for breath and begging for more, all in tandem.
Every time, it feels like coming home.
And maybe you’re not supposed to find that in other people, but I can’t imagine what a lonely existence it must be to leave your heart with empty buildings only.
I happen to like that my home has a heartbeat.
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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
This was a hard one to write.
Normally, I’ll restart a book a handful of times as I’m fleshing out and learning my characters, and once I hit a groove, things click into place. It took me a long time to get to that point with V&V—I must have over twenty different drafts sitting in my Google Drive graveyard.
Part of the reason it was so difficult was how deeply I connected with Riley, on so many levels. Her internal and external struggles are some that I have personal experience with (though maybe not to the same degree), and so writing her was both cathartic and emotionally draining.
But her story needed to be told, and I’m so happy with how it turned out. Riley and Aiden were so much fun to write, and I am already sad to be leaving them.
As always, none of this is possible without a whole host of people behind me. I’ll make these quick, and try not to use the word “y’all” so much—you know, since I’m a legitimate published author, and all.
To my family: I’d never have gotten this far without your support over the years. Thank you for believing in me, even when you’re not sure you should.
To Emily: my best friend, my soul sister, the person who calls me out on my BS but is also always on my side. Without a doubt, I would not be where I am today without you. Thank you for being the best human I’ve ever known, and for making me a better person. Love you the most. Can’t wait for champagne in the Smokies.
To Jackie: thank you for being more organized than me, all your hype, and for keeping my life in check. Sorry for all the times I leave your messages on read.
To Cat: thank you for being a creative wizard and for bringing my cover concepts to life. No one could have made this series as beautiful as you.
To Ellie and Rosa: thank you for making my words pretty and for not firing me. I promise to one day get a manuscript to you on time.
To Sav’s Sirens and my ARC team: thank you for your constant excitement and support, and for being the official hype squads for each release and new project. You guys are the best.
And lastly, to every reader: literally none of this is possible without you. I’m forever grateful for every single one of you. Thank you for allowing me to continue on doing my favorite thing in the world by writing these stories.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Sav R. Miller is an international bestselling author of dark and contemporary romance. She prefers the villains in most stories and thinks everyone deserves happily-ever-after.