Laura > Books: dark‎ (22)

“Almost anyone can lie on their back, close their eyes and think of France.”
“It’s England.”
“Why would anyone think of England during sex?”

***

“Griffin’s barely twenty-three and couldn’t scare someone if he wore a suit made out of knives. He’s a puppy, King. It’s pretty easy to top a puppy when you’ve already topped a...” She looked down at Brutus sitting at Kingsley’s heels. “A Rottweiler.”

***

“Calm down,” he said.
“I can’t.”
“I wasn’t talking to you. I was talking to my cock,” Kingsley said.
“Should have known.”

***

“She touched Søren.”
“It seems to be the case,” Kingsley said. “And what will you do about it, Your Majesty?”
Nora looked at Kingsley.
“Off with her head.”

“I was under the impression you hated me,” he said.
“I’ll hate you again later.”

***

“… And I was relieved... I looked at a dead girl, and I was relieved. I could barely stand up I was so relieved it wasn’t you.”

***

“Stop, Eleanor.”
“What?”
“Stop crying.”
“I’m not crying,” she said while crying.

***

“You’re only punishing yourself.”
“And yet it’s you who is begging...”

***

“You know...” she said, putting her hand flat on his chest. “You know I love you, too.”
“I do.”
“So you know I’ll find a way to make you stay. I will. I promise you I will.”
Søren caressed her cheek, rubbed his thumb over her bottom lip.
“Little One, you won’t succeed, but I will enjoy watching you try.”
She turned to leave him but stopped when he called her name.
“Eleanor?”
“What?” She didn’t turn back around.
“I’ll take my keys back now.”
With a sigh Nora tossed his keys over her shoulder, the keys she’d stolen from his pocket while they were kissing. She didn’t have to look back to know he caught them.
“And my wallet.”
Nora surrendered his wallet.
So much for that plan.”

I hope you never have a daughter someday.
Love, Elle.
P.S. Fuck you.
P.P.S. Nice car. I dented the fender on purpose. And the driver’s side door. And the passenger side.
P.P.P.S. And the hood.

***

“A what?”
“A masochist. Someone who takes pleasure from pain and humiliation.”
“Well...I did join a convent.”

***

“But he’s a Jesuit. PhDs are like catnip to Jesuits. They pop a boner around academic degrees like a teenage boy with his first Playboy.”

***

“You come to my room when the date is over so I know you’re safe. That’s an order.”
“Anything else, sire?”
“Take a gun.”

***

“Michael won’t come out of his room.”
“Yes, I heard that,” Søren said. “Whose idea was it to throw a million-dollar wedding for a groom with social anxiety disorder?”
“The other groom.”
“Griffin should be flogged.”

“It’s a stick.”
“I know it is.”
“It’s dead.”
“I realize that.”


***


”…This might come as a shock to you, but my father had a great deal of money.”
“Shocked. Stunned. Flabbergasted.”