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“We understand the pain, the suffering. The reality. What’snormalto us is chaos to them.” I slide my hand into hers and flatten her palm out. “You want it? Then create your own normality. Why settle for simple when you can be ruthlessly extraordinary.”
Anita's eyes don't leave mine, and I place the rose into her hand. “Maybe if people opened up their eyes, they’ll see that the darkness is beautiful. And you can have it all if you like.”
“I can?” she whispers, sucked into my vortex of shameless sin. I nod, closing her hand with the rose in it.
She looks at her hand for a moment, then she peers back at me. “Then I want to live, Ronan. Reallylive.”
I know exactly what she means by that. My heart sinks as her words drown me.Fuck.Realization hits me, understanding that after our next mission may be the last time I’ll ever see her. Nodding at her, I swallow the brick in my throat.
“Alright.”
She tilts her head. “And I want to stay here, with you.”
All my blood rushes to my head, so quick and heavy that my breath catches. I squint at her beautiful face that's watching me so intently that I know if she had the power, she would find the way my soul is reacting to her.
I breathe harder. “You want to stay?”
She nods.
“Why?”
A sly grin curls on her black lips. “What's Venom without her Poison?”
My dick hardens instantly, stretching the zipper painfully. He’s ready to break free and sink into her warm, tight pussy.
I don't want to waste any more time. My heart is racing, and I need to worship her like she has done to every part of me. My best friend's little sister has become a major piece of my life, the piece that broughtmeback to life.
She...She owns me.
My hands are tingling as I stand and grab her gift from where I left it on the table.
“Come,” I say softly.
She rises, and I open the small box. I fill the gap between us and reveal a silver necklace with a black and red rose engraved, diamonds shining on the edges of the petals if you look close enough. I lift it from the box and place the empty container down.
“Carter wanted to gift you a present for Christmas, and I remember vividly that he wanted to get you a rose necklace, he showed me the design, then we took it to someone. He said something in the lines of ‘her attempt to draw a rose was complete shit.’” I smile, and she snickers with a sniff. I look up and see her eyes shining with unshed tears as she gazes at the necklace. “And I know besides a daisy you love roses. So, after tracking down the original designer, he still had the necklace layout.”
Her eyes widen at me in disbelief, then I rocked my head slightly. “I may or may not have threatened him to remember the design or else I’d hang him from his building.”
“You're insane.” Anita laughs quietly with more sniffs. She touches the chain as I dangle it in front of her. “It's so beautiful.”
“Let's make shine with it on you.” My hand brushes over her left shoulder, and she turns around for me.