" I took you, hellion. You’re all mine. Only I get to say whether you live or die.”
“You’re a monster,” she whispers on a shaky exhale.
You have no fucking idea.
I withdraw the blade and tuck it away. I brush a lock of dark hair from her eyes, tucking it behind her ear, my fingers lingering on the delicate curve of her bruised and sliced neck.
“You’re right,” I whisper. “I am a monster.” Roughly, I grab her chin, forcing her to look me in the eye.
“I’m your monster. "
― T.M. Frazier , Up in Smoke (King, #8)