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I wanted sin. And I wanted it with him. Aero is my stalker.
He’s like the air around him. Vanishing whenever he pleases. Showing up to surprise me when I least expect it to pleasure me in ways unimaginable. He only has two rules for me; give myself over to my hidden desires, and never find out who he is. What he doesn’t realize is he’s creating a monster. One with the same insatiable hunger for the sickest form of toxic love.
“Shh,” he whispers against my neck, the scent of leather and sulfur hitting my nostrils. “Don’t scream,” his deep voice rumbles through his chest into mine as his hair tickles the side of my neck. “I’d hate to break my new favorite toy.”
“No one hurts you, but me,” he says definitively, as if it’s supposed to bring me some sort of comfort.
He nuzzles his head against me again like he’s rubbing his scent on me, or my scent on him, before whispering into my ear, “But the pain I’ll bring upon you is the kind you’ll need. The kind your body begs for me to find deep inside that sweet little exterior. The kind your insides scream to release but are muffled with deceptions of sin.”
“Recognize Briony, that I’m the air to your fire. All you need to do is fan the flame.”
“And with my own knife?” He clicks his tongue. “Savage little thing, you are.”
“I never knew how much I’d enjoy your infliction of pain. You’re a vicious little thing. Got more fight than I thought.”
“Fuck, you’re beautiful wearing my blood,” I say, cupping the side of her face, gingerly rubbing more onto her cheekbone.
“You’re a woman without a voice, Briony,” he whispers against my lips. “Let me be the throat through which you scream.”
“Fuck, I love those hands on me.”
She’s willing herself to burn beneath the only man she’ll ever want to serve and obey. The one who will worship her in ways that make her God flush with fury.
“Now you know how I feel every time I’m without you,” I say, slapping the side of her face gently with each word. “I can’t. Fucking. Breathe.”
“Call for your God now, church girl,” he says gruffly, “Because after I dirty you the way I intend, you’re gonna need some saving to cling to.”
“But it doesn’t matter where I came from. Because we’re here. We found each other,”
“If you want a life that doesn’t have me in it, you’ll have to fucking kill me yourself. I’m yours, and you are forever mine.”
She’ll never leave me. I won’t give her that option. Either she chooses me back or we both leave this earth in two dark cavities, dug out next to one another.
I exist only for her now. I’ll fucking kill Briony if she ever tries to leave me, then end my miserable fucking life right alongside her. It’s as easy as that.
“You are the fire that burns stagnant, the coals and ash yearning for the chance to ignite, ready to burn cities to the ground in your fierceness. A force more powerful than any man that came before you. You are my fucking existence, Briony. I live and breathe for you alone. I am yours eternally, entirely at your mercy.”
Aero has said that I am his existence. That he can’t breathe without me. But I can’t live without him. I would be nothing without him. My heart has caved for the man that is without one. I love how protective he is. How he’s literally spent his life waiting for me, silently watching me from afar, waiting until the time came when they’d want to eliminate his flower that hadn’t yet bloomed.
“Don’t tell me you love me because I’ll never say it back to you,” he says in a cold, lifeless tone. One void of the very emotion I’m emitting.
“What we have together isn’t definable by a word created by another man. No combination of letters or formulated language can encompass the magnitude of our tragedies. Our pain. Our euphoria.” His eyes find mine, searching deep through me as his fingers softly stroke my hair behind my ear. “Love is beneath us,” he states confidently.
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“I’d bleed out for you, Briony. I’d fucking kill anyone so you could live. I’d kill you if I needed to, just to follow you to your grave so you can know the depths to which I’d fall to show I couldn’t fucking survive without you. I’d sabotage every aspect of your privileged, fake little life until you realized you’re only your best self with me by your side. I’d never stop.”
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Pulling his lips away from me, he says, “You deserve better than the mess they made of me.” He kisses me again, as if discovering he genuinely likes the feel of our lips together. “But you’ll never find out, little doll, because I’m never letting you go.”
