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Page 68 of The Goddess Of

Crazed.

His lips meet mine again and our tongues go to war, demanding what we’ve been denied for far too long. I moan into his mouth as he squeezes my ass, his fingers so close to where I need him.

I’m glad I didn’t put pants on after all.

He pulls away, gazing into my eyes. We’re both panting, our bodies trembling, our souls on fire.

“Colt.” I whisper, worried I’ll break the spell if I speak too loudly.

He rests his forehead against mine. “Not yet, baby.”

We stay like this, lost in a new reality where we can be together without someone trying to tear us apart. It’s all I’ve wanted for so long and it’s surreal now that it’s happening.

He kisses my forehead gently, lowering me to the floor. “We need to talk.”

And that’s just the bucket of ice water I needed.

“Talk.” I quip, heading over to the couch to sit down.

He follows behind me, sitting on the other side, which is only a couple of feet away in this small camper.

“Ask me.”

I know exactly what he means. “Why do they call you Devil?”

“Because I’m a bad fucking man, Nova.”

Chapter Seven

Colt

“Explain.” She says, leaning back against the worn cushions of this uncomfortable ass couch.

I have to get her out of this camper. She’s in the middle of nowhere. I usually check on her every night, but what if something happens while I’m not here?

As I try to find the right words to explain everything, I falter.

Nova Bradley is the one person in this world that scares the shit out of me.

Without her, I’d be nothing. She could take everything away in a split second, without knowing it’d be my death sentence. It’s been hell, keeping to the shadows all this time but I had to know she was safe. I can’t let any aspect of my life touch her.

I’ve done terrible things. Some of them for her.

Do I regret any of it?

Fuck no.

And if I thought I was obsessed before, it’s nothing compared to what I feel now that I’ve tasted her.

“Colt.” She moves closer, watching me closely.

“I’m a killer.” I might as well rip off the band aid quickly.

Her expression doesn’t change. I should’ve known she wouldn’t be upset after the way she reacted when I killed Emmett.

“How does a boy who doesn’t speak become a chatty killer?” She smirks and I grin.

That’s my girl.


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