Rage (Damaged #1)

by J.S. Cannon

I’m living in a world that likes to fuck me in the ass with no lube.

Most children are terrified of the monsters under their bed. I prayed they would snatch me from my bed and take me to their world.

Physical abuse is bad enough, but sexual assault is my breaking point. I’ve killed eight of these bastards over the past year. All I have to do is walk through the city at night and they crawl out of the darkness like the fucking cockroaches they are.

This is the part where I should feel terrible and remorseful. I don’t. That’s not how things work in my world. If you take, be prepared to pay with your life. Some people may think it’s extreme, but I call it balance.

One look at the beautiful slayer and I’m willing to kill anyone who dares to look her way.

I see you, Rage. Soon, I will know everything about you, my little killer.

It’s dark out and nighttime is my favorite time of the day now. I’m going to see my girl. She doesn’t know it yet, but Rage is mine.

“I killed bad people, Rage. I don’t take innocent lives. Life isn’t black and white, and they refused to see the gray.” “What does that mean?” I ask curiously. Leaning forward, he props his elbows on the table, our gazes locked. “I wouldn’t kill women and children.”

“I’ll respect your boundaries, for now. I know you don’t like being touched. That will change soon. You’ll beg for it.”

My cock is hard as fuck and I’m aching to destroy her. I want to ruin her where the only thing she needs in this world is me. I want to consume her.

“You’re a psychopath.” My response is meant to offend him, but he seems to take pride in it. “I never claimed to be sane, little slayer. That’s why we’re perfect for each other.”

If ever a man looked like Lucifer himself, it’s Jase in this moment. His beauty rivals a thousand fallen angels, coated in blood after killing someone for me.

“You’re mine, Rage.” “I don’t know about all that-“ He grips my hips, slamming his lips to mine, cutting off my response. “You. Are. Fucking. Mine.” He growls again and I surrender.

“Fuck, Rage. Your cunt is almost too beautiful to ruin.” His eyes dart to mine and he smiles wickedly. “Almost.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, little girl. I’ll wear your mark and you’ll wear mine.”

All it took was me killing someone, and damn near fucking her to death. She’s finally starting to see we were made for each other. She doesn’t know what she’s in for. I’ll kill everyone. I’ll keep my cock buried inside her twenty-four hours a day. I’ll do anything to make her stay with me.

“You better not stop!” “The room could be engulfed in flames, and I’d still give this pussy what she needs.”

“I hate you.” She whispers and the organ in my chest pounds against my ribs. She loves me. “I love you, Rage. Keep telling me you hate me, though. It keeps things interesting.”

“You’re mine. I’m yours. This isn’t high school boyfriend and girlfriend shit. We’re two halves of the same soul. We belong to each other. It’s the only way we’ll ever be complete.”

“You’ve sealed your fate, killer. You fucking belong to me.” He kisses me roughly, punctuating his words. “Your body.” Kiss. “Your blood.” Lick. “Your breath.” He squeezes my throat, kissing me again. “Your heart.” Bite. “Your fucking soul.”

“If you were any more gorgeous, it would be painful to look at you. Your beauty is only rivaled by the darkness inside you. Your pain is beautiful. It’s shaped you into the fearless woman in my arms.”

“Darkness is all I know. You embrace it. You appreciate it. You’re more than I could’ve ever asked for, Jase.”

Our gazes lock and the energy in the room shifts. My girl’s mask has fallen, her face full of fury. The dark angel has risen, and she’s pissed the fuck off. My God, she’s a fucking sight.

“Oh God!” She screams, digging her nails into my shoulders. “No, not God. It’s me ripping your pussy apart, taking what I want.”

She may be dark, but I’m darker. She brings light to my black world, and I will do anything and everything to keep her.

“I like you like this, killer.” Wrapping my arms around her, I start walking towards the bathroom. She looks up at me, then down at her shirt and where we’re connected. When her eyes meet mine, she grimaces. “I’m covered in blood, sweat and cum.”

“I wake up for you. I breathe for you. You fucking own me. There’s no way I’ll survive without you. We can end this life together and start again in the next one. I could live a thousand lives, and I will always find you in every single one of them. Your soul calls to me like a beacon. Without you, I’m nothing.”

“Because you’re my queen. As long as there’s breath in my lungs, I’ll always worship you. I’ll always love you.”

She tastes of chains and freedom. Lust and love. Darkness and light. She’s all I’ve ever known, yet everything I’ve never had. A beautiful contradiction, perfect in every way.

“You own me, killer. I’m yours in every life for eternity. You will never know loneliness again. You will never know pain again, unless I give it to you with pleasure. Nothing will ever tear us apart, not even death. Do you know why?” A lump forms in my throat as my emotions get the better of me. “Why?” “Because you belong to me.”

“You are my strength and weakness. You’re my light and darkness. You’re my life and my death. You’re everything to me and I’ll give you anything you desire.”

We convey our feelings through actions. Killing. Fucking. Loving.