Poisonous Savage by Stephanie Swann

Author:Stephanie Swann [Swann, Stephanie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Stephanie Swann
Published: 2024-09-03T00:00:00+00:00

HUNTER

Iwatched her face light up like I'd set the goddamn sun in front of her. The beach, a stretch of sand and water that got a grin outta Rosalind I hadn't seen since I snatched her from that pansy-ass life she led before me. She talked about lakes with Marco, so I brought her to the ocean—bigger, deeper, just like the shit I planned for us.

"Surprise," I grunted, the word tasting like a foreign language on my tongue. Shock flickered in her dark eyes, all wide and innocent, but underneath, something else was sparking. Maybe respect? Didn't matter; I was aiming for more than that.

Her laughter echoed against the waves as we hit the water. She splashed like she didn't have a care, like the world outside our bubble didn't exist. For a minute, I played along, tossing water back at her, letting it wash away my hesitation.

Then I caught her waist and yanked her close until her legs clung to my hips. Her skin against mine was seeking, all soft and warm. Her eyes searched mine—those deep pools trying to see past the monster to whatever shred of man was left in me.

"Are you mad about Marco?" she asked, her voice steady even as her body trembled against me.

"Mad? Shit, doll, I'm a lot of things." My grip tightened. "But I ain't simple enough to be just one thing."

She waited for more, for some sign that I could be the prince she never had. But fuck, all I had was anger wrapped around a heart too tough to break.

"Trying, Rosalind. That's all I got," I confessed, raw and uncut. There was no happiness here, just the brutal truth that I was Hades, and she was my Persephone. I carried her out of the water and set her on the blanket, searching for something to say. Anything to make her fucking love me. All I ever wanted was for someone to fucking love me.

The sun bled out over the horizon, its dying light throwing shadows across the beach. I sat there, a fucking statue, watching it with Rosalind at my side. Her hand rested lightly on my thigh, her fingers playing and twisting my hair. Her eyes were bright as they tracked the fading day.

"Nice, ain't it?" I grunted, eyes never leaving the blood-orange sky. The water lapped at the shore, like whispers of all the shit I'd done, all the lives I'd ended. It should've been soothing, but it just reminded me that peace was a foreign fucking concept.

"Beautiful," she murmured, her voice like some angel that had no right to work on me, but it did. "Hunter, can I ask you something?" Her head tilted up to mine, those dark eyes searching for something I wasn't sure I could give.

"Shoot." My words were clipped, hands digging into the sand, a part of me ready to bolt. Talking wasn't my thing unless it was barking orders or spitting threats.

"Your childhood... what was it like?" She ventured into territory that had barbed wire all around it, and my gut twisted.

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