Fear Me, Love Me

by Lilith Vincent

I was almost happy for a time. Almost. Then when I was fifteen, everything went wrong. Things grew dark inside my head after that, but I found ways to let the darkness out quietly so that it never bothered anyone else. I must never bother anyone else. I must be grateful for what I have because I know that things could be much, much worse.

Everything is wrong with me.

The rule that these boys have broken? I’m only allowed to bleed for him.

“Afraid to touch me, angel?”

Of course I am. Touching this man is dangerously addictive. More addictive than knives.

And his skin. I used to think there was nothing in the world more wondrous to the touch than buttery satin, fine silk chiffon, and thick velvet that’s been woven from the night sky. Now I know that nothing compares to Tyrant’s warm, touchable skin, adorned with intricate tattoos that cover his body, his hands, creep up his throat, and even decorate his cheekbones and above his brows.

Or fever nightmares, because this man is my ruin.

Vivienne Stone doesn’t know it, but she has a core of pure steel.

She’s exactly what I crave in a woman. She’s everything I need in the mother of my children.

Barlow is the key to her heart. All she needs to say is, Tyrant, I want Barlow, and I’ll go get her brother for her and take them both to my mansion where we’ll live happily ever fucking after.

Every furious moment of my life is spent obsessing over a way to make Vivienne ask me for what she craves, and today, I think I’ve come up with

the answer. I’ve been aching to be eight inches deep in her tight pussy ever since I thought of it.

I’m making her crazy? She’s the one who’s so lovely and exquisite, and yet she’s not my wife and she’s not pregnant with my baby. Yet.

Her mouth is so close to mine that I can feel her breathing. She knows what I want. I know what she wants.

Vivienne gazes at my lips. “You licked up all my blood like it was honey.” “Sweeter than honey. You always did like my tongue, angel.”

“I don’t even know why you like me. I’m a mess. I’m ruined.” Vivienne looks down at herself and her eyes suddenly fill with tears.

“I want it to last.” Being here with him means my world is filled with color and light, which is ironic considering I’m being fucked by the man with the darkest heart in Henson.

“So have another orgasm. And another. Come as many times as you want, angel. I won’t stop fucking you until you’re a pretty wet mess.”

“Your pain is my pain. It’s inside me. It’s flowing out of me. I’m bleeding for you, so you don’t have to.”

“I’m going to fuck my spit into you. My blood into you. My cum into you. All of me, angel. You’re so far from being alone. I’m going to fucking suffocate you.”

I brush my lips over hers. “Sure. I’m a monster. But there are monsters living inside your head, Vivienne. They tell you that everything that’s happened to you is all your fault. If you stay, I’ll make sure they’re too afraid of me to ever tell you that again.”