Door of Bruises (Thornchapel Book 4)

John 15:13, greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends

he goes to tuck the letter into the bag of clothes he brought, because he doesn’t need to open it to know he’s ready to promise Auden anything. Everything.
Forever no matter what

I love my beautiful slut,” I croon in her ear, and she sobs underneath me as I fuck and fuck and fuck. “I love my wonderful whore. My bride.”

Becket left the priesthood, Saint and Auden learned they were brothers, and Rebecca learned that you let my ex-Domme spank you in public

How could I want the sulky boy in eyeliner and ripped jeans? How could I want the boy with the mouth I hadn’t stopped thinking about since I was twelve? How could I want the boy who’d gone from mischief to pretty misery

I want to hold everyone I love inside me and hollow myself out so they can nestle right against my bloody ribs, but how can I trust myself to do that

We talk for a while longer, and it ends up being pleasant, actually pleasant, and then we end the call, and I’m smiling. Smiling. After a call with my mother.
What a world.

I’m in so much fucking trouble

I cave because I want to cave, because I want to be close to him, I want to be ordered around by him. I want his knee to bump mine while we watch a sexy ex-priest fuck our girlfriend

But you will be even dearer to me as my Becket of Thornchapel.”