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His eyes never leave her, even though she’s still asleep. I watch him, watch her, and I know he is ruined by her. The man is head over heels in love. The one man we all thought wasn’t capable of giving himself to anyone. Ari has completely done him in for.
I pleaded with Death because her soul isn’t his. Hell, it’s not even hers–it’s mine.
I will not live if she doesn’t. I’ll cut my own heart out of my fucking chest to join her in the afterlife. Even though I know I’m headed to Hell when it’s my time with the number of lives I’ve already sent there. Still…I won’t ever let Ari escape me. I’m madly trapped beneath her wings.
“I’m sorry, Ari. I’m so fucking sorry. Cry, hit me as hard as you can, scream at me, hate me. I can take it. What I can’t take is you opening your stitches and bleeding again.”
“He can’t hurt you anymore. They can’t hurt you anymore. As long as I’m around, no one will hurt you again, I promise you.”
“You’re still here. You’re alive and you’re not going anywhere. I’ve got you, Ari.” I purse my lips and I watch his eyebrows pinch together as he declares himself to me. “I’ve got you for the rest of my life. I’m not going anywhere. I promise you.”
I’m so proud of the man he’s becoming. I knew he had this side of him all along, hidden under layers of darkness. That’s why I fell so hard, blindly.
“Everything will be okay, Ari. I know it’s not right now…but someday, everything will be okay, I promise you.”
Nothing has ever made me feel like this. No one has. I fear nothing. I’m calm, collected, quiet even. But seeing my little angel like this…it kills me.
I feel like a new man, and it’s because of her. She is my safe haven. She is the sanctuary I didn’t see coming.
I will set the whole world on fire if she dies on me. There is no me without her. She has my pathetic, blackened soul wrapped around her wings.
This is not okay, but somewhere deep down in my heart, I know he might be the better man for me. He’s soft and sunny. While Danny is dark and full of demons he didn’t ask for.
I’m in love with a man named Daniel Rider. And yet, I can’t help but feel like there could be something more there with Kane Slaughter.
“The day we crossed paths was the day my world became worth living in.”
If I can’t have Ari, I have to do something else, someone else to distract me from the heartache it is to watch the one you want, the one you’re deeply in love with, be with someone else. I’d rather take a dozen bullets to my chest than continue watching Ari kiss him.
Danny’s scent alone has me aching for his touch. His lips brush across mine, softly at first. His beard tickles my chin and I can’t help but love when it does that. Everything about him, every little thing, will always draw me to him.
“I won’t ever let you forget how fucking much I worship you.” I need him. I miss him. I miss when he can’t stop devouring me, even if it comes with his sadism.
“I don’t deserve you, but I’m keeping you anyway,” he tells me as he inserts two fingers in, slowly making me arch my back from the unexpected entrance.
“Baby, you’re so wet and I haven’t even started.”
His lips brush against my clit and then I feel it. A moan escapes me, loud, when I feel his tongue at my slit, he stops at my clit, touching it, and a bolt of nirvana strikes me. My head falls back, and I swallow the screams. “Your cunt is only mine to taste, to fuck, to break.”
“I know it’s been a while, but don’t forget who you’ve missed, Ari. Do I need to remind you of the way I like to fuck? Who exactly owns this cunt?” My eyes circle when I feel his lips on mine again, moving ferociously, and then he pulls my hair tight, and I gasp against his lips. “Let me see you cry for me, baby.”
“That’s right, baby. It’s all mine.” His tongue trails the skin on my neck to the side of my cheek. Then he lets my hair go, and he’s back down between my legs. “My little angel cries so pretty.”
“My handprints will be carved into your body by the time I’m done with you,” he growls, not missing one beat. Why do I love it so much when he grips me tight? It hurts too good.
“It hurts.” “Good. You’ve always been able to take it. I’m not going to stop until I’ve claimed what’s mine.”
I’m midway off him when he puts his phone on his shoulder, muffling the mic and grabbing me angrily. “Where do you think you’re going? You’re not going anywhere,” he growls, narrowing his eyes at me.
“God can’t hear you, little angel. My name is the only one you will ever cry out for.”
What is it about this man in a military uniform with camo paint on that has me disoriented with lust?
“Sometimes, I wish I could change my past so my future wouldn’t be so hard to live in.” I don’t know why I said it. It was an intrusive thought. I look up at Danny, my eyes bleeding for comfort. “Are there things you would change about your past?” He shakes his head. “I wouldn’t…because my past led me to you.”
Then I smell my sweet little angel. Her sweet perfume that has me always so intrigued to taste her. It fills my nose and spreads everywhere. It’s only been a few days, and I already miss her.
Rooker is doing a fantastic job. I’m feeling more confident about my possible decision to leave the military. I’ll leave this life even if it used to mean everything to me. It is no longer that. Ari is everything. Her happiness is everything to me. I put her in danger when I wear this uniform, and I don’t think I can do this anymore.
I light a cigarette in the corner of the room. Sparks light up my face in the dark—once, twice, three times in the dark—before the fire finally burns on the tip of my cigarette. Marlboro.
Ari has me wrapped around her wings, and I’m the one who’s in fucking trouble.
I take off my mask. My face is still covered in camo paint with green, black, and brown layers, so I’m not worried about my identity being exposed. I toss it over to the little boy, and his eyes light up like a Christmas tree. His brown eyes glimmer with joy through the holes of the front.
I can’t help it. I feel like I’m hitting a new low in my life, searching for the only comfort I fantasize about. Black hair…a girl that loves to play soccer and help heal people, and has the prettiest brown eyes I’ve ever seen. I haven’t been the same since Paul died, the recent deployment from Iraq, and now this? I just think I need her to be the angel in my life, too.
He doesn’t stop, his movements don’t quit, and his tongue, God, his tongue, continues to move inside me…he knows how to work my body.
“Already wet for me, baby,” he groans in satisfaction. “Stop being so scared.” He pulls on my hair. “The only way you’re leaving this room is full of my come.”
If this is what it's like to be sick with her love, I never want to be cured. Taking care of her will be the end of me.
I will be her firsts and lasts and that’s an unbreakable vow of mine.
She cleans up the dripping liquid from the head of my dick, and I groan. She knows how to push every one of my buttons to have me on my knees.
Seeing how much I’ve corrupted her, breaking the shell her darkest fantasies were hiding behind, makes me happy to see her give in unashamed.
“I can’t believe I'm doing this.” She shakes her head, fighting back a smile. “You’re the devil.” I grip her jaw tight, rubbing my thumb across her lips. I hum, enchanted. “I’ll try not to drag you to hell, baby. Now, take your punishment and spit on my dick.”
The pain she inflicts on me is ruthless with how she makes me feel... She’s probably broken through my skin, and I don’t mind bleeding for her. I’ll bleed for her any day.
I savor every second she looks like this when I’m deep inside her. I want to go deeper. I need to. I don’t care if I can’t. I’ll make it possible. My good girl can take it.
“No one has made me feel so out of control, like you. What you do to me is brutal,” I growl while burying my face into her neck, biting into her skin. Her scent is heavenly, so sweet and airy, and I know it’s not just her perfume...it’s her.
This was the moment I realized that I’d never be the same operator…or man again. I need Ari in more ways than she thinks. I need her to survive.
“My filthy girl, you are mine forever. There is no one else but me. Do you understand?"
Then I bite her lip, ripping it with my teeth just enough for her to wear red. She sucks in a breath from the pain. Salacity overwhelms me, and I’m hard again.
“You bleed so fucking sweet.” “You’re insane,” she rasps. “For you,” I mumble as I brush my hand through her hair. “I don’t want you to leave. Is that selfish of me?” she asks through fast breathing. “It isn’t.”
She’s a fucking goddess. An angel walking this earth and I’ll never get enough of her. I continue to watch her like a diamond that glistens just by existing.
I smile the biggest I ever have in my life and I have to look away from her when I realize what’s happening to me. I look away, ungluing my eyes from her beautiful black hair, when she tucks the last pieces of hair into her hair tie. I pull away because I’m tempted. I’m tempted to say things…say words I’ve never said before to anybody.
