Rush
Rush Osman probably watches himself in the mirror while he screws and kisses his biceps good morning. An arrogant, domineering, over-dressed rock star. The sort of man I’ve had my fill of for a hundred lifetimes.
And yet.
Rush has an energy about him that pulls me in. Captivating energy. Dark, magnetic energy. Big Daddy energy.
I feel it crackling between us every time I’m close to him. Now, my only choice is to get far, far away from him, or be pulled into a world that I swore I’d never set foot in again. A world that thrashed me, body and soul.
A world that Rush promises to protect me from, if only I surrender myself to him.
I’ve only ever trusted myself, but Rush is battering against my defenses. He pushes me to the brink and then holds me there until I shatter. His punishment is a rush. Falling for him is a rush. Loving him is a rush.
But being destroyed by him is the biggest rush of all.
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