Twisted Valentine

by Isabel Lucero

“You taste so fucking good,” he murmurs around the head of my dick. “Oh yeah? What do I taste like?” I ask, holding his gaze as he slowly backs up. He pulls me out of his mouth, his tongue swirling around my shaft before his lips close around my tip and suck. “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.”

“I can’t give you what you want!” I yell, something I almost never do. “I’m a fucking psychopath, Kas. I’m not lying when I say I don’t have the capability of giving you what you need, but you know that. Don’t let our living arrangement fill your head with fantastical ideas. I want you in my life. I crave your darkness. With you, I’m the most comfortable I’ve ever been. But I will not shower you with poetic declarations of love and profess how you make me feel.”

“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.”

“Tell me you’re mine,” he begs, his voice desperate. “Tell me I’m enough for you.” “You’re more than enough, Kaspian,” I say through deep breaths. “More than I can handle sometimes,”

“We taste so good together,” he says in a husky tone. “Like sin and chaos.”

“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. The dark imagery you’re capable of creating with a weapon and your hands gives me a thrill similar to when I plunge a knife into someone’s heart. You are a nightmare, Kaspian, but there’s nothing negative about that.”

“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.” His lips quirk. “So romantic.”