Descent (Black Heart Romance presents Heaven & Hell)

him reminds me so much of the first version of her that caught my eye, her in the red party dress with
Jackson at her side.
Before I stole her happiness.
I’d like to give it back, but the stubborn brat won’t give me an opportunity.
I suppose it’s fair of her to feel that way, I just don’t care.
I want what I want, and I’ll have it at the end of the day. If she’s wise, she’ll give in before she
makes me break everything around her.
I guess we’ll see.
Some of the tension in my shoulders eases when Arson finishes and leaves her apartment. I
watch on the monitor as she examines her brand new door lock, trying the key she thinks I won’t have
a copy of and making sure her home is secure.
So fucking cute. I can’t help smiling.
Especially because she looks so damn proud of herself once she closes the door and gives it one
last look. I can see it in her carriage, in her puffed up chest. She’s so damn proud that she thwarted
me, I have to curb the urge to buy her another present.
I won’t.
I’d like to, and I’m not accustomed to denying myself things I want, but I need to see how these
next few days go without me. I want to see if, given the opportunity, she might miss me the way I
already miss her.
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I’m tempted to go to her apartment several times over the next week.
It’s a long time to be without her.
Rationally, I realize I’ve spent nearly every day of my life without her and that’s an absurd thing
to think, but it’s how I feel all the same.
The idea skates across my mind once or twice that perhaps my bed wouldn’t feel so empty if I
filled it with someone else, but the notion is profane. The other side of my bed belongs to Hallie now.
Hers is the only naked body I want pressed against the silk sheets, the only flesh I want to caress and
restrain as I fight to bury my cock inside her.
No, a poor substitute won’t do.
I have to have the real thing.