Twist Me

“Life is nothing more than a fucked-up roulette,” she says softly, “where the wheel keeps spinning and the wrong numbers keep coming up. You can cry about it all you want, but the truth of the matter is that this is as close to a winning ticket as it gets.”

gets up and walks toward me, still holding me with his gaze. He walks leisurely. Calmly. He’s completely sure of himself. And

I know he would kill for me.

I know he would die for me.

“Life is nothing more than a fucked-up roulette,” she says softly, “where the wheel keeps spinning and the wrong numbers keep coming up. You can cry about it all you want, but the truth of the matter is that this is as close to a winning ticket as it gets.”

Just the thought of another man touching you, kissing you, drove me crazy.

The devil does indeed wear a beautiful mask.

With Julian, I feel like I’m the most important thing in the world to him. I feel like I truly matter.

He’s stunning.

And utterly terrifying.

We may be young, but we’re not stupid.

He just touches me. Like he has the right to do so. Like I belong to him.