He was the man who destroyed me. The monster who left me in
pieces over a decade ago.
I swore I’d never speak to him again, that I’d never set eyes on him again as
long as I lived.
But I was wrong.
When life gets too much and you need to escape, the poison that might kill you
becomes oh so tempting.
I craved his perverted ways, his smirk, his laughter as he
pushed my body way past its limits.
I needed a release from the crazy. Just once.
Just one night. That’s what I told myself.
No strings, no illusions, no promises. Nothing but the lasting thrill of his
flesh on mine.
The lasting hit of his poisonous touch.
But when poison runs through your veins, the way he runs through mine, it’s
toxic and eats you alive.
My whole body was screaming out YES, even as my mind
was screaming out NO.
He was toxic. Poisonous. The fatality of every scrap of my
heart when he’d trashed it all to pieces without even looking back. The
man who consumed me, promised me the stars, then destroyed me and left me
a betrayed mush on the floor, sobbing my guts up and retching myself to sleep
I hated him.
I’d sworn I’d always hate him.
But I couldn’t stop myself. I couldn’t stop my clit begging
and my heart pounding and breath quickening. I couldn’t stop myself giving my
needy, filthy shards over to the man who knew how to consume them.
This was me. The real me. The crazy me.
The me everyone I knew would curse at and tell me I was a
stupid bitch for letting loose.
The me I’d thrown to the side and ignored through ten years
of trying to live a cookie cutter life for my own wellbeing.
I was doomed the second I felt his heat at my back. His
breath alive on my neck. His words a whispered hiss at my ear.
“I’ll do more than fuck you, Anna. I’ll take you so fucking
hard you’ll be a mess for weeks, and you know it. You know full well the
things I’ll fucking do to you, that’s why you’re here.”
Yes. I knew it.
Yes. That’s why I was there.
I let out my first desperate little moan as I turned to face
him. His mouth was waiting. Open and fierce and wet.
My lips pressed to his, but his tongue was already set to
take mine. It pushed in deep and danced a beautiful dance as
his fingers gripped my face and held me tight.
And there it was. That simmer deep inside that you
can’t fake or substitute. That heavenly desire that buzzes right
through you and blacks out everything else in this life.
He did that to me.
He always had.
And I needed it right now.
I grabbed onto his hair and kissed him like my
whole world depended on it. Like he was my salvation. My saviour and destroyer
both at once. Enough to drive me out of my mind and lap it up in an
orgy of the purest sin.
He was panting now, and there was that smirk of his I
knew so well and loved so much, his mouth barely breaking contact.
“You’d better be ready to show me what a filthy
little slut you still are.”
“Make me one,” I hissed right back. “Fucking take me.”
increasingly little to say about herself as time goes on, other than the fact
she is an author, but she’s plenty happy with this. Living in imaginary
realities and having a legitimate excuse for it is really all she’s ever
Jade is as dirty as you’d expect from her novels, and talking smut makes her
This was my first book by Jade West and I’m sure it won’t be the last. This second chance love story was an insane roller coaster of emotions with a heavy dose of sexual chemistry. What started out as a “one off” between Anna and Lucas quickly became a lot more. My heart hurt for them as secrets, lies are exposed when these 2 fall back into a lot more than they intended. At some points I wanted to punch some of the people who were supposed to be closest to Anna. This book had my emotions all over the place and I loved every minute of it.