Descent (Black Heart Romance presents Heaven & Hell)

lengths he will to have me.
He doesn’t play fair, but I can’t deny he certainly makes me feel valued.
The way I’ve always dreamed about feeling with the man I would marry.
He may not be exactly what I imagined for myself—okay, not remotely what I envisioned, but it’s
hard to deny that I am drawn to him, even if he’s a raving fucking lunatic.
I’m not enticed by the promise of lavish gifts or trips I could never afford to take without him,
but I am very much tempted by the prospect of feeling loved.
Our gazes lock again, and this time I ask, “You really think we could be happy together?”
Nodding confidently, he says, “I know we can. You just have to decide the same thing.”
I watch him for a few more moments, then I say, “You want to know something funny?”
“Sure.”
I sigh, gazing at the handsome lunatic. “If you had just asked me out to begin with? I would have
said yes.”
I expect him to be surprised, but he’s not. Grinning wickedly, he says, “Aw, now where’s the fun
in that?”
Shaking my head at his depravity, I roll my eyes, then I roll over so my back is to him.
“Goodnight, crazy.”
His arm slides around my waist and he pulls me back until my body is pressed against his. He
lifts his head and kisses the bare ball of my shoulder, then he murmurs, “Good night, little dove.”