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I wanted sin. And I wanted it with him. Aero is my stalker.
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.
I’m your GOD now -Aero
“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.”
“If you want to get out alive,” he whispers against my skin, the warmth of his breath tickling my skin, “run for your life.”
“Recognize Briony, that I’m the air to your fire. All you need to do is fan the flame.”
“You’re a woman without a voice, Briony,” he whispers against my lips. “Let me be the throat through which you scream.”
“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.”
“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.”
My chest caves at his words. It’s so much. The obsession. It’s crazy. It’s toxic. It’s making my body come alive again.
“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.
God is most certainly a woman scorned.
“You allowed me my voice, Aero,” her soft, angelic tone cuts through my thoughts.
“I love you with every echoed beat of my dark and hollowed heart, the hole in which contains my shattered ghost of a soul. I love you with all the fractured tears inside my tortured mind. With every agonizing breath I breathe.”
A connection like ours isn’t meant for love stories. It’s tragic and tarnished in its root. Full of dark and disturbing desires that tradition and societal normalities cannot contain. A devotion to another, grown through the dirt of tragedies of the past.
It’s sick love. And it’s entirely ours to own.
She’s an animal. A wild fucking animal that’s been caged too long. Her taste of freedom has her roaming the edges of her terrain, pushing the boundaries of a life she didn’t know she needed. Seeing her in her element makes my chest swell with pride for my queen. Still gonna fuck her up for this.
