Stutter. (Rayne-Moore University, #2)

by Ruby M. Darling

He kisses my temple again, rises to his feet, and then helps me up. I don’t need his help, but he has always made me feel steadier. Stronger. Enough to survive today so I can thrive tomorrow.

I need her subservience, crave it more than I need air to breathe like she needed my dominance and my aggression. No.

“You are so tragically beautiful; it hurts every atom of my being to look at you. To be near you and not touch you and yet I can’t stop craving you. A drug to an addict. I have tried to rid myself of these feelings and yet they stay. Persistent so that I can’t think. I can’t eat. I can’t breathe. I can’t sleep, unable to function because you haunt me… these eyes, your lips,”

Letting her see the darkness that resides in me… yes, this, along with other things, needs to be just between us so we can move forward, and trust can be built.

I should grovel at your feet and beg you to take me back into your harem.

you enjoy my punishment. You seek ways to torture me because you know even though I push you, I discipline you and fuck you like the wanton slut for my cock that you are, you know that I… love you. Isn’t that right?”

he’s here. In the flesh. My own personal Hades. A king of hell and I am his prisoner. And fuck I love it. I’m starved for it.

“I don’t think you understand the maddening effect nor the gravity of this situation, Siren. I don’t think you understand exactly how deranged I’ve become just by loving you. If you run, I will chase you. If you hide, I will find you. If you jump, I will catch you. If you fall, I will be there when you land.” He purrs against my skin, sending goosebumps to ripple. I’m afraid to move even though I’m aching. “There is no escaping me anymore and if you want to burn your world down, then I’ll hand you the match and fan the goddamn flames as you set it ablaze. But you and I, we burn together.” He growls, crashing his lips to mine.

“Let’s check, shall we? Shh Amourette, I’m a doctor. Let me feel this pretty cunt around me so I can check for bruising.”

If I’m completely honest, you fucking terrify me, Siren. Loving you terrifies me – but it’s the best fucking adrenaline rush I’ve ever had.”

That’s right, bitch. I am Maverick Harrington’s motherfucking girlfriend.

“Relax… trust your devil, Raven… breathe, princess… that’s it. It’s just us.”

what about my soul? My mind? My heart? I live in pain daily. My leg, my headaches, night terrors, hallucinations. I lived in a goddamn mental institution for a whole three and a half years before I was deemed “fit” to visit family. They did this to me, and they were free. They went about with their lives. It was only fair. Right?

My dick begins to harden in my sweats just remembering the way her little cheeks turned pink, asking myself if I had a cuckolding fetish and realizing, I simply had a her fetish.

Soon, her laughter was less heard around the mansion but when she did laugh, it was because she was at school. With her friends. With mine. And I wasn’t the only one who started noticing how gorgeous she was becoming. My friends started noticing, and Dad’s friends did, too. So I had to get stronger. I had to work out harder. Lift heavier. Be faster.