who made a happiness machine to put her happy inside my head. And I just ripped
your heart out.
happiness I stole . . .
keep my hands off her.
where she seems to go weak, and at last, when her hand closes over the kid’s,
when she takes the flowers, the weakness goes to her eyes.
to save Max, protect him from the big bad monster. That is what tears at her.
Amy’s wondering where the danger is and I smell fear rolling off her in waves —
such intense fear that she will do or say the wrong thing. She can’t guess what
I’m up to. She’s wondering if I plan to give her a demonstration of what kind
of monster I really could be. Remind her I have a fuck for a heart.
adult matters to discuss. Boring stuff. Why don’t you go back to your mum? I’m
sure she’s missing you.’
skip in his step.
yours, I’ll kick Max and his mum out onto the streets.’
making it happen.
to pay for treatment — you know that? They’re behind on their payments. I’ve
been letting her stay scot-free.’
purse together. Her eyes are unblinking.
annihilation. It’s like she’s a lioness and I just went into her territory,
poked her, and she’s ready to attack.
by itself, makes me run hot.
about killing me, maybe.
corners of her mouth, and I don’t want her to stop. I want her to hate me a
whole lot harder if that’s what this is.
‘Soon enough, you’ll want me dead.’
be able to afford living here. Even those stuck-up rich girls. The roof over
their heads rests on your shoulders. Sink or swim — your choice, Amy.’
Maybe a deep part of me wants her to stop me.
She doesn’t hesitate. Doesn’t even calculate. That’s how bad she wants to save Daisy and
Max from the big evil monster.
stabs like sharp icicles in my heart.
the past fucking tense.
submission, I can’t. Because she looks at me from under her eyelashes. Looks at
me with my damned soul in her eyes. She never looks at me when I — no, I never
let her look at me when I go over the edge of ecstasy. And now she won’t stop
looking at me. It knocks me for six.
the envious and the enraged man, the licentious and the vicious man, but it all
spirals down to pride. To the mortal sin of playing God. Of being a complete
arse to the only girl I fucking love.
tears are hot and delicious in my mouth.
painkiller, a poisonous addiction, a fix she needs when it hurts too bad. It’s like a knife to my chest but I’ll let her use me. Take whatever I can get. Give whatever she needs. I’ll feed her addiction.
scar her soul has left in me, fade?
loves writing sadistic book boyfriends because, hey, life is pain, right? She’s
on a mission to rip girls’ hearts out with alpha-holes, then fix them whole.
fitness freak. A pudding-holic. And a Brainiac. She lives in London and enjoys
playing — winning — golf with her sexy lawyer fiancé.