Graves

by Katelyn Taylor

If I don’t make it out of this, at least I got a glimpse of an angel before I burn in hell. If I do, then that angel is mine.

“I’m sorry. I know you’re trying to be nice, but what the fuck?”

“You’re confusing. One minute, you’re showing up at my work every day, watching me like a hawk. Then you beat someone half to death just for touching me. Then you kissed me like the earth around us was shattering, and then you ghost me. I mean, the ghosting thing is whatever, but now here you are showing up like a savior, ready to whisk me away to lunch? So, yeah, I repeat, what the fuck?”

“I’ve recently decided a little bad isn’t always bad for you.” “Has anyone ever told you that you’re super fucking cryptic?”

“Do you really think once would ever be enough for either of us? I’m just getting started, baby.”

“Now,” he starts, his hand on my thigh, squeezing tightly. “You’re mine.”

The man looks and fucks like a Greek god. He’s fiercely protective and also surprisingly kind. Soak my panties and sign me the fuck up.

“Ten seconds.” “Ten seconds until what?” “Until I catch you,”

“Your tears are so beautiful, baby. So beautiful when they’re just for me.”

“So, what’s the reason Daddy Warbucks is taking you out on the town?”

“Daffodils. They’re associated with strength and resilience due to their ability to survive and withstand winter storms and come out the other side in the spring. They’re beautiful and strong. Little fighters, just like you.”

“Baby, I would never let anything happen to you. If you didn’t want to be with me anymore, we would figure it out together. You’ll never be without a home again, I promise. Even more so, there is no possibility in this fathomable universe where you and I aren’t together until the end of time. You’re mine, Blake, and I’ll never let you go.”

“Condom,”

“We don’t need one. I need to be close to you,”

“Sweet dreams, angel.”

My psycho brother I can deal with, my psycho brother with knives, not as easily.

“Yeah, I understand it’s a foreign concept for a psycho stalker rapist like you.”

A landline, a cell phone, a fucking smoke signal. I need to get out of here. Get away from these psychopaths before I end up just like⁠—

“Fuck, I knew you’d bleed so beautifully for me.” His eyes

“Goddamn, your cunt grips me so good. Tell me how much you love my cock in you. Say my name,” he groans.

“Yes. Say hi to my mom and dad.” He laughs, forcing a demented laugh to escape me. “Oh my god. No. This is disgusting. We fucked in a cemetery, in your cemetery,”

“So be it! It’s better than living a life without her.”

But I honestly think I need a lobotomy because who willingly sleeps with their stalker? Someone who wants to end up as a lampshade, that’s who.”

“He’s not going to be the only one inside you with nothing between you two. You’re mine, baby, and now I’m gonna fuck you like it.”

“About as safe as I can get in this fucking fortress mansion in the sky thingy,”

A sick part of me forces a smile to spread across my face, an actual smile. Is it weird to swoon because a man kidnapped and beat your abuser? I don’t think so.

She’s not choosing him. She’s not choosing me. She’s choosing us. We could both fight it, tear each other apart in the process, but in the end, it will only hurt her. She wants us, and whatever she wants, she gets.

“I gave you a nickname, Zayden. We aren’t picking out wedding rings.”

Is it actually funny, or are we just disassociating? Probably both.

“Thank you, brother. Push my cum back into my angel. Fuck her nice and pregnant for me, will you?” “Get fucked,”

“If my babygirl is getting pregnant by anyone’s cum, it’s mine.” “You guys are twins. Does it really matter?” I ask. “Yes,” they both answer.

“Because every time the knife came out, you ran away right after acting like you didn’t love or want me.”

“I’ll love you until the end of time, angel. In this life, the next and every single one to come. It will always be you.”

I am not pregnant. My period came two days after the guys literally shoved all of their cum inside me, and to say they were both disappointed would be an understatement. Dominic frowned but tried to hide it while Zayden threw an outright tantrum, shouting at Dominic for not pushing it deep enough. I honestly couldn’t help but laugh at the ridiculousness of his irritation, which he did not appreciate.

“The dangerous side. The rough and tough badass. It’s hot.”

“You’re a little fucked up. You know that, right, baby?” I nod. “I’m coming to terms with it. How could I not be when I have two sexy as sin mercenary boyfriends?”

“Angel, what would ever make you think that would be anything other than a turn-on? I

love your blood, and for me to have it without even having to hurt you? Fucking priceless,” he says before pushing my legs apart. I go to argue when I feel him pull my tampon out. My mouth practically falls open when he tosses it to the side of the room like it was an inconvenience in his way, before he latches his mouth to my pussy.

“I see what has my boys all twisted up now. You have fire, kratsoka.”

“Patience, babygirl. A little edging never hurt anyone.” “I’m pretty sure it has. They don’t call it blue balls and blue ovaries for nothing.”