Renegade (Ruthless Tendencies Book 2) by D.M. Burns

Author:D.M. Burns [Burns, D.M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-04-19T05:00:00+00:00

chapter 20 - asia

Waking up to find my bed empty with only me in it bottomed my heart out but Renegade warned me. He said that he’d take off and I guess to a certain extent I understand his need to flee. The man’s cagey at best and absolutely does not trust me as far as he can throw me. All of that is one hundred percent understandable too. I get it. I hurt him.

Last night was perfect though. Having that man in my arms felt like the welcome homecoming my body and mind were waiting for. Even if Ren doesn’t talk to me again that moment in time with him was worth it. He’s probably plotting out a new Renegade Revenge list of evil acts to invoke on me until his dick demands sexual relief again.

You’d think that I’d be a smart woman and run from this crash and burn fatality of fucks waiting to happen. You’d also be wrong. I’ll take whatever he’s willing to offer up. Like a hungry child begging for scraps. The conflicted war that’s behind the gunmetal stare is real. I see the battle zone.

Ren runs cold then hot. It’s like flipping on and off a faucet at random. A toss-up of the Joker’s coin in the air with indecision on a heads or tails landing. He stumbles back and forth between hating my guts or the compulsion for keeping me for himself. Silly girl that I am, I wait for his decisions like a desperate dumbass with a sick need for anguish built in.

Sadly enough, that’s the place in life that I’m at. Settling for bits and pieces of him. Scrounging around my own shit leftovers of the man that I broke and created. None of which house the good-natured parts of Renegade that I so desperately want to revive. My well-deserved penance. My choices. My Renegade. Mine over Matter.

This will lead to a dysfunctional savage death for what’s left of my heart and soul, this much I know. The pulse underneath the skin was barely alive anyway. Why not, right? I gladly shoved myself into an available slot on his fuck-list frolics. Becoming a smash session in his long list of options felt like a good idea last night. The whore between my leg’s roots for him. She’s still shouting out that it feels pretty damn good today too.

Loving him was never an option, it just was. Plain and simple facts. No amount of time changes how I feel. Believe me, I’ve tried to forget, move on. Five years have produced zero boyfriends or any type of attraction for anyone other than him. My heart and vagina tagged teamed up and selected him, only him.

Placing the hairdryer on the counter, I move for the bedroom and pluck my little white bathing suit out of the drawer. Time for a pool day with my bestie. This shit with Ren can pause on standstill, routine habit. I need a day with no worries, wine, and Reese.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.