Twisted Valentine

by Isabel Lucero

In bed, I want to ravage him. I want to fuck him hard, cut him deep, and see the blood soak the sheets while his cum shoots from his cock. I need the violence, not romance.

“You taste so fucking good,” he murmurs around the head of my dick. “Oh yeah? What do I taste like?”

“My favorite things,” he says after easing away, watching me as he strokes. “Deviance, malevolence, and depravity.”

“Am I one of your favorite things?” I ask through heavy breaths. “You are the sum of all my favorite things. You’re everything I desire rolled into one. Now come in my mouth and let me taste just how fucking twisted you are.”

He won’t just think of me as his favorite. I’ll be the blood in his veins, the air in his lungs, and the only thing keeping him alive.

Sometimes people can’t take compliments well. They feel awkward if someone has something nice to say about them.

The less people you surround yourself with, the less people you have to explain yourself to when things start to go wrong.

“I will, however, worship your body, because the sight of it turns me on like nothing else,” I say, pulling the hem of his shirt up until it’s over his head. “I will always protect you because the loss of you would send me reeling. The anger I’d feel would turn me into an even darker person, and nobody would be safe.”

“You know I’m all yours, right?” he asks. “You own every part of me, Quin. Every filthy, viscous fiber.”

“You are a nightmare in the best way. My heart races when you’re around. The things we do together make my adrenaline pump, filling me with an intoxication you can’t get from any drug on the planet.

“I thought you were talking to Bryan. I saw you guys in front of the gift shop. I heard you with someone after work one night. Not to mention the late hours and random calls. What was I supposed to think? What would you expect me to do?” I crack a grin. “Exactly as you did, but I thought you’d at least get the guy right.”

“Kaspian,” I start, staring into his eyes. “You’re my beautiful nightmare. The only person I ever want to deal with on a regular basis.”

“You look so fucking good with my cock in your mouth,”