Graves

by Katelyn Taylor

He’s pissed, obviously. It’s probably his first day, and I just killed his boss. Whoopsies.

Fuck, I’m still hard from taking out tonight’s target. Once I take care of this security guy, I’m gonna need to find the nearest warm hole and sink into it.

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 knew we were going to be bound to each other for all of eternity. Even if I had to drag her to hell with me.

The window gave me only half a second view of my angel behind the bar, but it was enough to allow oxygen to fill my lungs for the first time since I left her this morning.

He was going to touch her, hurt her. He’ll never even get the chance to set eyes on her again.

His hands grip me to the point of near pain, like he needs me to stay exactly where I am, right in his arms, or we will both snap in two. It’s all enough to fry my senses completely.

“You’re fucking decadent. Better than I could have imagined.” “Help yourself anytime.” I laugh on an exhale. “Don’t mind if I do,” he says as he lies on the bed, lifting me up by my hips and lowering me right onto his face.

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

“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.”

“Next year?” I say. “You really think we’re going to be together for that long? Already, at two months, you know that?” “I do.” He nods confidently.

“Fuck, baby. You like playing with yourself while you ride my cock?” “I’m not sure I’m riding it as much as I’m taking it.” I laugh before he thrusts deep, practically all the way to my uterus, I swear.

I can’t let him have her. He saw her first, but she was never his, she was always supposed to be mine.

She’s mine, and I’ll do whatever it takes to protect her from everything, most of all him. And if it comes down to it, I’ll choose her every fucking time.

Dominic fucked up. If he wanted me to stay away from my angel, he should have just killed me, because that’s what it would take to keep me from her. Then again, death might not be enough.

My twin tried to steal my angel, and for that, he would have to die, eventually.

“Good girl. Now keep those perfect eyes on me until I’m finished.”

“So, you really won’t kill me?” He cocks his head to the side in confusion. “Of course not. If you die, I die.”

“I can’t. That’s what you are. You’re my angel, and I’ll be your devil. Bound for all eternity. I’ll do anything to protect you, always know that.”

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

“You’re so perfect, angel. I need to have you forever,”

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

Something is wrong with me. I can’t describe it, I can barely comprehend it, but all I know is that right now, in this moment, I want him to kiss me more than I want my next breath.

“Good. Come all over my cock, baby. I want to drown in your cum.”

I’d burn heaven itself to the ground to keep you as mine.

“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.”

I’m not running because of the job, though. I’m running because of her. To her. She better be ready when I get there.

There is something about Dom. He makes me feel so seen, so weak. He makes me feel that way because I know I can be vulnerable and fall apart with him, and he will be there to pick up the pieces.

“They took something from you, and you never got it back. This is how you get it back, one shot at a time.”

“I don’t know what he did to you, and I don’t need to know. What I do know is that he hurt you, and for that he deserves a painful death.”

I huff in frustration before I see Zayden raise his hand like an eager child in class. I furrow my brows at him and nod. “Can I help you, angel?” “That would be great, why did you raise your hand, though?” I ask as he walks around Jim. “I didn’t want to interrupt your fun.”

“Ride me, angel. Take what you want. I’m all yours to do with as you please.”

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.

“Two boyfriends is plenty, angel,”

“Let go for us, baby. Let us see you soak our fingers with your sweet cum.”

“I will now. Now that I know how good you are, how perfect you are for me. For us. I’ll spank this ass bloody and fuck this cunt raw every day for the rest of my life,”

“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.”

A decadent slice of cheesecake is shown in slow motion, forcing my mouth to water in anticipation. “Fuck, angel. Don’t make me jealous of a piece of cheesecake. You’re only supposed to look at my cock like that,”

I’ll die a hundred deaths before I let anything like this happen to her again.

“Worship me another day. Use me today.”

Fuck. I love the feeling of her slim throat in my palm. It’s so fragile, so breakable, and it makes me feel like a god that I have the power to decide whether she breathes or not, lives or not.

They are everything for me, everything to me, and I want to be everything to them, even in the darkest of times.