Kings of Mystic by S.C. York

Two minutes.
It’s only taken this girl two minutes to bring me to my knees. A feat that a thousand girls have tried to do but failed and I don’t even know her name. Yet.
I shake my head in amazement and run a hand through my hair that drips with salt water. She flinches when a few drops land on her bare shoulders. My eyes lower and follow the white lines where the straps of her bikini hid her soft skin from the sun. I wonder how far down they go–I can’t wait to find out.
Sweetheart, I am about to turn your world upside down and take you on the ride of your life.
I take hearts.
I crush them.
I make them bleed.
I know that it’s fucked up, but it’s the only way that I know how to survive now.