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We are bigger than this world. Our love is greater than time and space—that much I know for certain. So, I’ll watch from afar. I’ll hunt you like my little lamb. I’ll quietly help you from afar and save your pride from being trampled by what you would consider charity, even though it’s far from it. I’m only sharing what’s rightfully yours. And when it’s time to feast, I’ll know. Until we meet again, my love.
“Shh, he hasn’t won, Stardust,” the deep voice coos. “No one will ever violate you again.”
Who are you, dark angel?
“Relax, baby. I’m here.”
The figs were once so symbolic for us—a representation of how forbidden and taboo this whole thing once was. And I suppose that’s still true, considering she has absolutely no clue that I exist. But no matter what memories her mind decides to hold on to or omit, no matter what twisted lifetime we find ourselves dropped into, she'll always be mine. Her soul belongs to me. Nothing about my love for her is forbidden; it’s simply misunderstood by most.
I saw his hair, and I just knew exactly what it felt like. His scent was like a distant memory—a word that sits on the tip of your tongue, but never materializes. I know it, and then I don’t.
“If you don't lean back on that pillow, grab the vibrator back up, and run it along your pussy in the next thirty seconds, I'm going to do it for you,”
“Such a naughty girl… imagining your cum all over a stranger's hand.”
“You taste so fucking delectable,” he muses quietly. “I nearly forgot.”
“Be careful, or I'll make you lay back on this bed and take my cock down your throat to give you a real taste.”
“Promise?” I tease, licking my lips.
He watches me like I'm the only other person in the world. Like every move I make is the most interesting, most outrageous thing he's ever witnessed. The way I always hoped Gabe would look at me, only to turn and find him looking elsewhere. He watches me like a man in love.
“Please,” I beg.
“Please, what?”
“Say it, little lamb. Tell me how badly you want me to fuck you right now....
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“Are you going to be a good girl and do wha...
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“That’s it, baby. Come on my face,” he praises into my center, lapping up every drop.
“You'll come when I tell you to come. Understand?”
“You come when I tell you, and not a second sooner,” he repeats, his tone more severe. “Fine.”
“Should we stop here, or are you going to be a good little lamb and obey my fucking orders?”
Fuck, I’m getting hard just thinking about her. While straddling another man. This is a new low for me.
“Don’t worry, I’ll take great care of her,”
“But don’t try to tell me that this doesn’t electrify you. That my hand around your throat doesn’t have your panties soaked. You can’t lie to me, Stardust. You aren’t terrified. You’re finally living.”
“On your knees,” his low voice growls. “Now?” “Right fucking now.” I obey, falling to the floor before him. My pussy is already heating up in anticipation.
“Such a good girl, taking all of me.”
“You are the most exquisite thing I've ever seen, especially when you come,” he muses, softly placing his finger against my chin to tip my head upward. “I'm so incredibly lucky that you're mine.”
“I'll see you tonight,” he promises into my ear when he goes to kiss my cheek goodbye. And for the first time ever, I'm looking forward to it.
“Death is inevitable. Grief is a privilege. It means you've loved someone enough to want the impossible—for them to live forever.”
“The fact that you're asking me that is absolutely gutting,” he mumbles into the ground.
“How do you expect to convince me you aren't the villain in my story when you're always
around when bad things happen?”
My mystery man.
But I could never punish him for loving me so fiercely. He found me again. We lost each other in the chaos that everyone else created in our lives, and he still managed to get to me.
would have waited a lifetime for you, sweet little lamb.”
“I’m not some weak little thing for you to throw around. For anyone to throw around. I’ll train. I’ll get stronger and faster. But I won’t be told no.”
The smartass in me wants to say, nothing, technically. But I know that's not what he means, so I nod once and bite my tongue.
“No, baby. I did it because I liked it. Because I enjoyed ripping the life force from their bodies.”
“Such a dirty girl,”
“I can't lose you,”
“But I also can't control you. If you've got the craving for revenge, I would be a hypocrite to deny you.”
“I thought I don't let you do anything.”
“Fine. Let's kill these assholes so we can get married.” I've never loved her more.
Our next victims are my choice,
can’t help the bolt of excitement that courses through me at the sight of his predatory side.
“I trust that you’re in good hands,”
look back to him and a balloon of appreciation swells in my chest. For trusting me. For allowing me to have a kill that he clearly wanted. For respecting me enough not to brush off my feelings or patronize me. For finding me. For fighting for me.
“We're not finished. Go under my desk until I can get rid of whoever the fuck is bothering us,” I whisper the command, pointing toward my desk.
It's odd how quickly you can return to normal after being thrown into survival mode so many times. How the recovery time seems to shrink with every traumatic event.
I'm marrying my soulmate this evening.
Finally. Finally, she's mine. Finally, we have a shot at this chaotic, devastating, exhilarating thing called life.
