On Every Street (The Artists Trilogy 0.5)

Ah, dear, sweet Eden. To quote the great Rhett Butler, you need to be fucked and by someone who knows how.”
“What version of Gone with the Wind did you grow up watching?”
“There are a lot of liberties taken with Spanish subtitles.

Am I supposed to be your submissive?”…
He chuckled good-naturedly. “Submissive? I’m sorry to disappoint you my angel, but I don’t run with that crowd. Perhaps you’ll submit to me tonight, but after that, I’ll be the one submitting to you.

Eden, angel. Please. Please forgive me. Please give me another chance. Please give me a reason to keep fighting, to be a better man. Redeem me. Only you can.

He lied. I lied. Any love that starts out under a lie is bound to kill you. I just didn't want to die on my feet.

He might have loved something else more, that’s all. Look, love and respect don’t always go hand in hand. You can have one without the other. But if you want my advice, you should always have both.

He promised he wouldn’t try and take my virtue in my sleep, but it seemed he had no problem licking it out of me in the morning.

...human heart is much more capable than we give it credit for. Being able to love again is a choice

I could never forget your voice. You sound like an angel who’s gotten her wings dirty.

I don’t deserve your love, Eden. You have my heart, but yours should remain in your chest. Save it for a better man. Save it for someone who’s worth it.” His eyes shimmered as tears threatened to spill over. “You need to leave me.”
“No,” I told him, grabbing his face. “I need to love you.

I do what I have to do to survive because that’s all I know. I don’t make excuses, I own it. This is me, this is who I am, this is my life. It shames me but not enough to stop.

I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone. More than I thought I was capable of. Eden, you’ve taken my heart by surprise from the day I first saw you. It hasn’t been my heart since.

I’m scared of him. I’m disgusted by the vile monster he becomes, this beast he lets out. But I still love him. I’d still do anything for him. I can’t just turn off my heart. I want to, I do, but I can’t. I love him with everything I have and I hate myself for it. Because it’s wrong to love him, I know. It’s so wrong.

I once told you to leave and not to love me,” he cried out, muffled. “I’m taking all of that back. Not because I deserve it or because I’m worthy of your love. But because I need it like the air I breathe. I need you. I need you to believe in me. I need your love to make me feel like I can be redeemed.

It’s funny what love can do to a person. It strips them of everything, even their instincts. It creates a new reality for you to adhere to, a new world where you break the rules just to keep the love intact.

I want to hurt the man who hurt me. I want to destroy him for destroying me. And I won’t be happy, I won’t be free, until I do so.

I would do anything for you, at any time of the day.

Javier put me back together only to break me again.

Obsession is not love.

Please, angel. Make me your home.

Revenge has been my lover for too long," he said, breath hot on my neck. He began sliding down my body, toward the floor, arms around me. "Power, my savior. I need to learn how to put you first, above those things. I need you to help me, to teach me. I don’t want to love anything more than you, Eden, so please, I’m begging you, show me how. You need to be my everything.

Shit. I was supposed to be seducing him, wasn’t I? Not the other way around.

So, what would you like to drink?”
“Aside from you?”
I laughed anxiously. “You can’t drink me.”
He leaned forward, his eyes running up and down my body, causing my skin to heat. “Yes, I believe I can. And I believe I will. But for now, I’ll just have a Bombay and tonic.

The messiah is right here.

The person my heartache would spit out wouldn’t be Ellie Watt and she wouldn’t be Eden White. I didn’t know her name, but I knew she wouldn’t possess a heart.
I was fucking scared of her.

Who is good and who is bad? Life isn’t black and white, Javier. You and I, we’re just trying to live in all the grey. Isn’t that what you’ve done? Isn’t that what you want? To live?

Why am I good to you?” he repeated, his lips brushing against mine as he spoke.
“Because I can see you are broken. And I want nothing more than to put you back together.

You are all mine, even if you run. I will find you because a soul needs its other half to truly live.

You can scream, angel. I love the sound of my name coming from your lips, especially while I’m occupied with these ones.

You know,” he began, voice low and full, “if you were to ever leave me, I’d come looking for you, on every street.”
“You promise?”
“Always.” And I knew he kept his promises.

You’ve gotten under my skin,” he said. I wasn’t expecting that. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to shed you.