Myers

by Zepphora

What he calls disgusting is actually an entire sub-genre of fiction. It’s not just in romance, but also erotica and horror. What my girl reads is a mixture of the three genres, but from the books on her shelves, she primarily sticks with dark romance.

One day, I’m going to let her read her dark, dirty book while I fuck her tight cunt.

No matter how dark and twisted it is, I want him to want me. I want him to crave me like I’ve always wanted to be desired. I want to be the final girl, the one in horror

movies that make it out alive and become an obsession for the killer to finally get. However, in my head, the horror movie ends differently. It ends with him taking me away from this town and being content just having me.

“I… did… all… of this… for… you.”

I didn’t think this level of devotion existed. I thought it was only possible in my fantasies, but he’s right here, staring at me like I hung the moon and created the stars.

“Yours yesterday, today, tomorrow, and every day after.”

I’m just as dedicated and obsessed with him as he is with me. It’s not love. It’s better than that. It’s everything.

“Now, I will show you your surprise. After that?...We go upstairs and I fuck you until you can’t function.”

“You were always mine. Do I need to remind you of that?”

wanted to show you I’m just as dedicated as you are. It’s you and me.”

He releases my lips for a moment to smirk at me. “My pretty little dead girl has some dirty deeds of her own.” I smiled at him. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”