Wanted

by Lauren Biel

“If I was going to force you, I would have by now. I would have when I had you squirming against my body or while I could smell your scent in front of my face. When I was on my knees in front of you, you were bare and vulnerable,”

“I know you enough to know I wouldn’t be able to get this close to you if you didn’t want to let me inside you,” I growled into her ear before biting her neck.

“You wouldn’t be dripping down your thighs if you didn’t want it. I wouldn’t have been able to push inside you so easily if you weren’t so goddamn wet.”

It would be absolutely fucking insane to fall for the damsel I put in distress.

She would do anything to get me off her, even if it meant getting off from me.

I’m not a rapist. I’m not. She wanted me, but she couldn’t get past her own morals to allow herself to welcome me inside her. I was a monster, and she wasn’t willing to allow herself to play with one.

She was a new addiction, and I'd do more than murder to satiate the craving.

I’m sorry I don’t feel worse about it, because you feel like home. You feel safe.”

“I’m what’s wrong, but what I do to you is right, little girl. You fight me because you hate that you feel something for me. It disgusts you. I disgust you. But there’s something inside you that doesn’t hate me. You want me to take you because if you give yourself to me, you’re betraying all that you believe.

She was the one thing I didn’t regret about all the horrible things I’d done. In a world of darkness, she was fucking light.