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February 5 - February 16, 2025
“I don’t know. I didn’t have the right … situation … up until that point. But it felt like it gave me control.”
“The last one, the fourchette, I got that a few months before I met you. It just made me feel more confident. And I thought a partner might like it too.”
“You fucking tell me, so that you know when I ruin you for all other men, it’s what you asked for. Tell me—” “You,” I say. Every breath shudders through my lungs. “I met you. I didn’t want anyone else. Just you. I only want you.”
“Remember what you just said when you think you can’t possibly come again. Because you will. We’ve got four fucking years to make up for.”
“Pick a safe word. Do it now.” I swallow. Hard. “Chainsaw.” His breathy laugh is a burst of warmth against my core. “How fitting, love. Now be a good girl and find something to grab on to”—he says, then passes one long, slow lick over my center—“because I’m about to destroy you.”
“Since you asked so nicely, I’ll give you this one and let you come. But you’d better find your voice quick, little bird. Because we’ve only just started, and I will keep this up as long as it takes until I’m satisfied that you’re not hiding from me. By the end of this, you’ll scream. That’s a fucking promise.”
“One more thing, love,” I say as she lets out a petulant whine. “Keep your eyes on me.” Sloane’s blown pupils fix to my face and I smile. “Such a good girl.”
“For fucksakes, please just let me come. No more ‘other things.’ No more stopping.”
“As you wish, Blackbird. I’ll make sure to not stop, as requested.”
“You know what you do to me, don’t you. You want to torture me just as much as I do you,”
“You’re beautiful, Rowan.”
“Because I’m going to fucking fill you until you’re overflowing with my cum.”
“Fuck me, Rowan, please. Destroy me.”
“Then look down. Watch how well you take me.”
“Goddamn, Sloane. Look at how desperate your cunt is to be ruined. So fucking tight it doesn’t want to let me go.”
“That’s my girl,”
“Be as loud as you want. The whole goddamn neighborhood could hear you and I wouldn’t give a fuck.”
knees. I want to ruin her so that she’s mine, my beautiful disaster. My wild creature. My goddess of chaos.
“Or don’t, up to you. But I’m going to sleep like a fucking rock with my cock buried deep in your perfect pussy.”
“I think you couldn’t fall asleep. You were thinking about how good it felt to be fucked the way you deserved. Admittedly, it was probably a little hard to fall asleep with my cock lodged deep in your greedy cunt, wasn’t it?”
“I think you couldn’t get out of your head all the things I told you I was going to do to you. You’ve been wondering if they were just fantasies, or promises. And when you couldn’t stop, all those ideas running through your head became need. You need to be fucked, even though you’re so goddamn tired. And you need to know what’s real.”
“Did I get the raven you left on the table tattooed on my back?”
“Your pussy gives you away. It’s dripping for me, Sloane.” “You were right. You’re no fucking angel.”
“Your cunt gripped so tight around my cock that I thought I’d fucking explode. You were soaked. Dripping down your thighs.”
“Now that we’ve established that everything I told you is a fucking promise,”
“Like. You. Seriously …? Christ, Sloane. You are fucking brilliant but also the most willfully oblivious person I have ever met. Do you really think I just like you when I framed a drawing you left for me on a scrap of paper you tore from a notebook? The one I hung in the kitchen so I can look at it every day and think of you? Do you think I just like you when I tattoo it on my skin? I play this fucking game every year and tear my heart out watching you walk away, only to do it all over again, and I like you? You think I just like you when I fuck you like this?”
“I would kill for you, and I have. I would do it again, every damn day. I’d turn myself inside out for you. I would die for you. I don’t just like you, Sloane, and you fucking know it.”
I don’t unravel. I detonate.
“I more than like you, Rowan. I think about you all the time. I miss you every day. You appeared one moment and nothing has been the same since. And that scares me. A lot.”
“I’m scared of you destroying me. Me destroying you.”
“I love you, Rowan,”
“I love you too, Sloane. So fucking much. But the restaurant was probably a giant clue.”
“Face the counter and pull your dress up, Sloane.”
I always notice you, Sloane. Now do as you’re told.”
“You’re going to take my cock as deep as you can. You’re going to ride it the way you want until you come all over it. And these tits,”
“I meant what I said. You’ll be walking home with that mess on your thighs, little bird.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” I whisper. “Just home with you.”
“I like solitude, Rowan. I feel safe when I’m alone. Maybe not always with that furbag over there looking like he wants to shred my face off,”
April tenth to thirteenth.
“I fucking adore you, Sloane Sutherland. I wanted you from that first day at Briscoe’s. I have loved you for years. I’m not stopping. Not ever.”
“I really fucking do,” she whispers. “And you’re going to have to try harder than that to get rid of me, because I’m not going anywhere.” “Neither am I, Sloane.”
Rowan Kane, always threatening me with a good time.
“What can I say, Butcher. I guess you brought it out of me.”
“Marry Sloane Sutherland and love her forever, if she’ll let you,”
“Sloane Sutherland, my beautiful Blackbird. From the first moment I met you, you changed the course of my life. I can’t remember anything being fun or exciting or new without you. I can’t remember feeling anything but numb until you burst into my world in your smelly little cage of orzo pastas,”
“I can’t envision the future without you in it. And I don’t want to, not ever. So marry me, Sloane, and we’ll go on crazy adventures forever, and fuck shit up, and be best friends and do karate in the garage and make love every day and grow old together. Because I can’t imagine anyone I’d rather spend all those moments with than you.”
“Yes, Rowan. Of course I’ll marry you.”
“I love you, Butcher,”
On Kane Atelier.
Rowan Kane took my brother. And I vow to take his.
