The Poisoner (The Poisoner #1)

by I.V. Ophelia

“Why would I beg when I could just make you melt with a single tongue-lashing between your legs?”

“If you’re going to compare your nasty impulses to the likes of dogs,” I purred, “then you better bark.”

“Why do we do this, Silas?” “Why do we do anything?” he said against my neck, gripping me tightly as he rested his forehead against it.

“You are the only thing worth fussing over.” He smiled, making delicate pencil strokes in his notebook. It occurred to me that he was not writing or annotating.

“There you are, my bitter flower. Have you been hiding?” Silas crooned, stepping into the back room.

I feared I would be a skeleton when my Creature was done with me and his disgusting gifts.

“I will not forgive you if you die without my permission,”

“Do you expect me to climb you? Get on your knees, Silas.”

It brought me joy knowing I could make a creature like him mewl for me, beg for me without a single word.

She was like a comet that appeared only every hundred years, fierce, bright, and devastating to anything in its way. It only made me want to hide her away from everyone.

“I love your eyes, even when they’re red from tears.”

“I have never seen someone look at something as wretched as me only

to be left i...

“For that reason, your eyes will always be precious to me, in any form. I want nothing more than to climb inside your sk...

“I want all of you, not just blood. I want every piece of flesh that clings to your bones and more. I want to own every expression that crosses that pretty face. Every hair on your head belongs to me, no part of it untouched by my hands.”

Call me lovelorn, but I adored this woman completely.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself.”

“Unless you want me to break you.”

I craved to be filled with him in every place I could, wanting more and more of it.

I feared his voracity would make me melt in more ways than one.

All I could feel was him. Every thrust, touch, and grab.

He fed more aggressively, his other hand possessively tangling in my hair, pulling my head to the side so he could have better access. It prompted a whimper from me, and my body stopped shaking, his venom calming my electric nerves. He must have sensed my panic, fearing I would make a scene.

His hand in mine, our fingers looped together so softly. They fit like pieces that were carved from the same stone.

We were nobodies at that moment. I was not the daughter of a chemist, a botanist, or a killer. He was not a creature, a cannibal, or a man.

If he were something to be consumed, I feared I would not savor him and would selfishly eat him first—no time for saving the best bite for last. Only the need to have him remained.

I wanted her to crawl under my skin and make a home out of my rib cage, for my heart would only beat for her.

Not even a single pump of my atria was allowed if it was not for my dearest shadow, my chosen—my Alina.

If I had carved her from clay with my hands, I would be afraid of touching her again, fearing the perfection I had created—I imagined that was what God felt when making her, if he existed at all.

“Silas!” she cried for me. The vibration of my name in her throat was like honey and sweet cream against my lips as I sucked at her sensitive skin.

She was mine. All of her.

If I had any claim to anything priceless, it was her.

I would give her anything, body, mind, and soul—if I had one. It was all hers to take.

If she let me, I would worship her like this every day for eternity.

“You are mine,” I whispered against her lips, a smirk forming as I slammed into her as hard as I could. “You will never be rid of me.”

Starving for her would be more painful than any true hunger. I would rather perish. I was wholeheartedly, pathologically addicted to her.

“I will make sure you never know peace,” I promised. “I have never known such a thing,” Luka replied.

Go somewhere far away, where no one would ever find us, and we could live out what time I had left with her in peace. Those would be my favorite years.

“It will all end soon, I promise,” I whispered, cupping her face before kissing her forehead. “Just a little longer… They will all suffer.”