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If fate, the universe, or whatever fucked up god out there wanted me to be a monster, then I would become a creature like they’d never known.
Too bad I wasn’t one to play nice with others.
But I only cared to suffer at the hands of one person. My goddess. I’d let her divine vengeance reign on me in any way she pleased.
His mask was back on, making it appear to the viewers that we were twins. We weren’t that far apart in age, but being compared to him was one of my pet peeves. It was fucking insulting. I was twice as smart as him, and I had it on extremely good authority that I was a better lay too.
My crush was quickly becoming an obsession. And I wasn’t interested in stopping it.
Dylan led me back through the house, and I followed, my head turning as we rounded the corner to catch a final glimpse of Kohl, their jaw tight and irritated, before they headed for their room. Now that was a Wolff sibling I wanted to be under. I bet they liked breath play.
Everything, every single fucking thing, was for her. My thoughts, my actions, every breath I took all belonged to her.
“Kohl,” she breathed when she realized the letter I was carving right over my heart. Satisfaction burst in my chest when I saw the way her gaze darkened. The carving hurt like a bitch. But seeing how she looked at me as I branded myself as hers made it so worth it that I barely noticed the lingering ache. “Have this be your proof, Victoria,” I said with a wicked grin. “Proof that my body—my life—is yours. It always has been and forever will be. Use me how you see fit. Whether that’s to win the game or throw to me away. Just say the words.”
There was something so fucking erotic about dirtying Kohl’s beautiful face.
“You’re gonna watch as I take the one thing you can’t have. Make me feel good from your worthless lying mouth.”
“Do you bend for all your victims like this?” “Just you,” they gasped against me.
Kohl just looked so fucking good when they were following my orders.
Nah, I didn’t want to just fuck Vic. I wanted to worship her.
As soon as I so much as thought of the way Vic looked under her clothes or the things I wanted to do to her, I had this uncontrollable urge to touch myself.
I’d never ignore a command that fell from the perfect lips of my goddess.
She could command me all she wanted, and I’d gladly comply. Truthfully, I’d let her do just about anything she wanted to me.
The obsession I had for her just continued to grow and grow, until there was no one in my mind but her, and I couldn’t bring myself to care.
If I’d had even so much as a chance to be in her presence when she was there, spreading her legs for me, I’d be on my knees in an instant. Fuck, I’d even crawl to her.
If it was the last thing I did, Vic would be mine.
It had been years since I’d seen a genuine smile from her, but I swore to myself that I would do anything I had to see it again.
“Looks like you can be trained after all, kitten. Good boy.”
“Thank you, my goddess.”
No, I wanted to destroy them. I wanted to own them, mind, body, and whatever damaged, broken part of a soul they had left.
“Are you dripping for me because I hurt you?” I twisted their nipple with my free hand hard enough to make them cry out. “Or because there’s five million people watching and there isn’t a single thing you can do to stop me?”
“God, you look so good with tears running down your face,”
“You don’t know what you’re getting into,” she muttered, shaking her head. I turned, shifting to sit on my knees and face her fully. “I don’t care,” I said, trying to fuse as much power into my words as I could. “Anything. I would do anything for you. Don’t you know that?” “Kohl—” “No,” I said quickly. “Let me finish. I would stand by your side even if the goal was to watch the world burn. Fuck, I’d hold the kerosene. Please, just let me in. Whatever, whatever it is, I promise to be the one to help you with it.”
And just like that, the invisible leash she kept tied around my neck was yanked back.
lol
She had always been beautiful to me, but even more so when she was covered with blood and panting because of the things I was doing to her.
“Why are you okay with me using you like this?”
“It’s an honor to be used by you,” I whispered. “All I want in life is to see you succeed. To see you happy. If anyone tries to take that from you, I wouldn’t hesitate to slit their throat.”
God, I couldn’t help but love how bloodthirsty she is.
Dylan jerked forward as if to grab my door, but I threw the car into reverse. “I’ll kill you!” “You can try,” I said snidely. “But if memory serves, your family isn’t very good at finishing the job, douche weasel. Say hi to your daddy for me, Dylan.”
My mind told me to stop. Told me that I should give her space. That I should let her grieve. That the person who was here kissing me was not doing this because she wanted me but because she needed a release. But fuck did I want to be her release.
“Fuck,” I moaned. “I’ve wanted you for so long.” “What are you going to do with me now that you have me?” she asked, the flirtation obvious in her tone. Her words caused my stomach to flip. “Worship you.”
“You can’t come so easily, Kohl,” she teased. “I barely even touched you.” “Your pleasure feeds mine,” I gasped out as my hips jerked against her skilled fingers.
“Here,” she said, taking one of the bracelets off her wrist. I hadn’t fully noticed them when she came in, but now that we were close enough, I could make out the threaded material with a small, half-heart dangling from it. My breath caught in my throat as she put it on me. “Is this a friendship bracelet?” I asked, my throat tightening. “Something to remember our promises to each other,” she said, showing me hers. Then she guided her charm to mine, and they snapped together, forming a heart.
This woman might be a fucking demon,
But goddamn if I don’t love it.
Her degradation was intoxicating, something that could make me, even in my most sane mind, crumble. But her praise? God, her praise was like getting a blessing from my very own goddess.
“Tell me you love me, and I’ll promise to never let you go,”
“I have and will always love you, Victoria,” I said. “I was made to belong to you, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.”
