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To face the monster who was born today. The one who will reside in the back of the boy’s mind. The one who will manifest and turn into a demon. A demon he will never outrun. A demon who looks so much like my own. Our rebirth comes at the cost of our souls, and now the devil will forever chase.
Did he just growl? I don’t think I’ve ever heard that tone from him before, and I think I kind of like it.
Poor Whaley. His future was sealed with those simple words, because he’ll be mine and I’ll make sure of that. Whether he likes it or not.
“You gotta nice smile, but you never let me see it. I hate that, you know?”
“You need to be really fuckin’ sure about this,” I tell him, my eyes looking over every inch of his face. “I mean it. This ain’t a game. I’m not one of those other guys you’ve fucked in the past. I like it rough, I like to be in control, and I will own every inch of your damn body. So if you want to back out, you need to tell me now because once we get started, I ain’t gonna stop. This is it, your one chance to escape.”
“Do your worst,” he whispers, his eyes filled with delight, and the demon in my head lets out an animalistic roar. Game on, Bunky. Game fucking on. I slam my lips against his, eating his moan before fucking his mouth.
Damn it, I want to eat him alive. I want to tear him apart. I want to be his salvation, his glory, and his fucking demise.
“Lord, thank you so much for blessin’ Whaley with this monster of a cock, and thank you for givin’ me the opportunity to worship it. I swear, I won’t forget this service.”
We’re like a lit match and lighter fluid, which is fine separately, but the second they come together, it creates a fire that spreads, burning everything in its path. We’d burn the fucking world to the ground. His demons mixed with mine would be noxious. We’d destroy each other, leaving nothing left but broken shells once it was all said and done.
I need a ride or die, not a white picket fence.
Maybe the best way to love him is to not have him at all. Maybe that fate worse than death is my lot in life
“Bunky, you have to be real sure about this. This will change everythin’. Once you’re mine, I’ll never let you escape.”
“I mean it this time, Bunk. A man like me can’t do casual. If we’re in this, we’re fuckin’ in this. If we do this, you’re mine. No break ups, no misunderstandin’s, nothin’. We’re together and that won’t change for as long as we’re alive.” I can feel his body trembling as a little humming noise leaves his lips. He likes that. A lot. “If you say yes one more time, you’re sealin’ your fate.” His breath stutters and I feel the whispered response against my lips a half-second later. “Yes.”
“You’re so fuckin’ mine,” I tell him, pulling back to stare into his watery eyes. “Can’t believe I tried to deny this.” “Wasn’t gonna let you.” His lip wobbles and he swipes his face quickly with his sleeve. “Would have chased you your entire life. Stalked you until you caved. Carved my name into your skin to show you how serious I was. You’ll never be able to escape me.” “Fucking’ psycho,” I mutter, my lip kicking up on one side. “Your little psycho.”
I realize it’s the first time in a truly long time I’ve ever been happy and it’s all because of this pushy, bratty, psycho baby that’s tucked beside me. Which makes me feel really damn lucky.
“I need to make you bleed.” I nod. I’ll do whatever and be whatever he needs me to be. I’ll be his willing victim. I’ll be his solace. I’ll be the outlet for all his wickedness. I’ll give him everything— Including my soul.
“You’re playin’ with fire, Bunk. You wanna get burned that badly?” “I love you enough to fuckin’ die for you.”
“You’ll die before you leave me. I’ll chase you to Hell to keep you with me. You’re my every thought and my every desire. You’re mine, little psycho.”
“Gonna claim you. Gonna show you that I love every piece of you, no matter how twisted it is.” My eyes snap open and I push at his chest. I need to know what I’m hearing isn’t just my lust-drunk imagination. I sit up, lip trembling. “You… You love me?” “How can I not?” he breathes out, running a finger across the cut on my cheek. “I think I have for a while, Bunk. Just couldn’t… couldn’t say it.”
“Because you didn’t judge me, because you didn’t hesitate, because you danced with my demons and came out alive.”
“Will you tell me again?” I loop my hands around his neck as I lay back down, dragging him on top of me again. “I wanna hear it.” “You’ll hear it every day for the rest of your life. I love you, my little psycho. More than myself, more than my life, more than anythin’.”
