Come for Me (The Hunt, #2)

by C.J. Sweet

“Does my bride not think I’m enough for her?” That statement reeks of childhood insecurities.

I don’t want to ruin the fairytale for others. No need for all of us to be traumatized and miserable.

“No. I came for you. Don’t you fucking leave me. Please.”

Even though I’m sobbing, I don’t care who sees this time or if people think it makes me weak. I am weak without her. “I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. Please wake up, baby.”

My elbows rest on my knees. I do something I never do. Pray.

Once upon a time, this would’ve been everything I ever wanted. But this isn’t me anymore. I’ve changed.

I will watch this whole world burn at my hand before I have to bear living in one in her absence. There is and will be no life without her. Do you understand?”

“I need you, darling. Come back to me. Don’t you fucking leave me. Don’t you forget what we have. Please,”

“A scar is a form of healing. It’s not always the prettiest, and it’ll always be there, but it won’t bleed anymore.”

You have a habit of leaving before you can get left.”

“And when you can’t run from them, you push them away or act ‘bratty,’ as you called it, to test them to see if they’ll stay.”

“Fuck everyone else if you’re not still breathing for me.”

You’re mine in death just as much as you are in life. I will always come for you in this life and the next. Haunting and possessing you for the rest of eternity.”

“You want to play, little one?” She grins. My wicked mate. I chuckle. “That’s my girl. Let’s play, then.”

“Limits?” she asks. “There are none.” She raises her eyebrows. “None?” “Don’t kill me, and no one else touches you, or I kill them and punish you.” She laughs, but I’m not joking. “I have no other limits when it comes to you. I’m yours to do with as you please.”

I was about to be putty in this demon’s hands, and I’ve handed over my soul.

It wasn’t even close to a nightmare. Hurt like a bitch but worth it with these tight little hands curling around mine.

“Seems I found a new method of torture. Playing ‘Baby Shark’ over and over again,”

“Fuck.” Oh no. Dax whips his head toward me, narrowing his eyes. Whoops.

“What do I always tell you?” he asks. “That you’ll come for me.” He nods. “And I always will. I need you to trust me.”

No one touches my child.

“What you failed to realize, Colin, is a true king falls to his knees for his queen,” I say.

I’ve never come so fast without fucking than I did that night. She had me lay in the tub, poured his blood over me and licked me clean, using his blood as lube to fuck her chosen king. We fucking bathed in her rapist’s blood.

“No, Evan, we don’t flick people off. That’s not nice,” I manage to say through my giggling. I know it’s not great he’s picked up on that from mommy, but it’s too cute not to laugh.

You see? This gentle parenting shit doesn’t work.