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This shadow has a name. This shadow loves me or… I thought he did. This shadow watches me, our hold on the other a thing of nightmares, of dreams, of beauty and monstrosity. I am a reaper, he is life. I can feel him in the room every time he’s here.
Jonas and Damon stay in their respective places at the bar, not drawing attention to themselves in their own masks as Maverick watches from afar, drunk on spirits he doesn’t need because I’m his specter. His little mouse. Siren. Angel. Of death, of course – I never proclaimed I was a saint.
A silver specter for all to see. And in the sick way that is my mind, I want Stephen to touch me. His creation. A pretty little winged demon grinding on his lap. I mean, they made me like this, didn’t they? Each curse, each laugh, each hit, each wish for my death as I waited in a locker for my shadow that never came. No lovely kiss from Death awaited me. No angel to take me away.
I survived. I live for them, for me… helping me claw my way up from the pits of hell like a demon unleashed, starved and hungry for a pound of flesh.
Jacob Cartwright. Chase Prescott. Tyler Prescott. Thaddeus Whitmore II. Ashleigh Whitmore. Simon Hoover. A…
Because even the most beautiful things can be catastrophic.
“if she brings you peace amongst the chaos, if she seeks to be in your arms even when you’re angry, either of you, if she chooses you over and over again, looks at you like you’re the most interesting creature she’s ever set her eyes upon, even if she has no idea what you’re talking about, and loves you despite what a complete shite you are sometimes, you keep her. And you never let her go. A woman like that only comes once in a lifetime. She will love you so fiercely nothing will ever compare.”
“Drop the towel baby. Slowly.” I bite my lips in appreciation when she does, clasping her hands in front of her, the towel pooled lazily at her feet like a cloud. It takes me three wide steps to get to her and when I do, I drop to my knees, a servant before his goddess and crawl to her.
She’s in my mind, my heart, my veins. I’m a fucking addict and she’s my drug.
As a friend, a lover, someone to clean up behind her as she eradicates the Syndicate one by one. I’m her to command and I don’t mind it.
Reversed Erotomania.
I simply cease to exist away from her because I was made for her.
That’s my baby. Fuck my face. Come all over my tongue like my sick little slut.
It’s how I know she needs Maverick. He brought out something in her while bringing it out himself. They’re two stars destined to collide.
Although coming home knowing my little bird is safe in my cage, fills me with satisfaction. It will never matter where we reside because my home is her.
“Putain,” fuck, “you’re fucking perfect for me, Raven.” I let go, pumping my hips faster, her breasts jiggling. “Come with me so I can fill your gorgeous pussy. Putain.” Fuck. “Putain.” Fuck
He was mine and I was his, even if it included two others.
So as much as I hate… all of this, I have to do what I’ve been doing for the last few years – survive enough today so I can thrive tomorrow.
Enough to survive today so I can thrive tomorrow.
“I’m crazy, for sure, baby. But… I’m crazy for you. And only you. I’m near you and I need to be closer. I’m inside of you, and it’s not enough. When I’m away from you, I feel like I’m drowning. But then I see you again and I can finally breathe right. You have totally and completely consumed whatever sanity I had left, and I don’t ever want it back. You’re my heart, baby. Every beat of it is yours.”
“Jonas…” I wait for her to keep going because I know she has to form her words. “You… are… mm… my sss… soul. I… I love you.” She says clearly.
I go cross-eyed when her pussy strangles my dick – a hair-trigger for me and shudder, feeling her milk every fucking drop from me as I cum, cum, cum until I can’t anymore. If her soul is mine, then mine is hers and I want her to take, take, take it from me until they’re woven together so I can find her in every lifetime.
But I have one thing and one thing only I can ever offer her. My heart. My devotion. My worship. Weeks she spent kneeled at my feet like my pet, ready and willing to serve me, beautifully. And I was an asshole. Every time.
“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,”
“Memories of how good you feel squeezing my cock when you come for me… your scent… god, your scent is everywhere as though you still float around my house like the silent little specter you are.”
“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.”
“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.”
“Always my good fucking girl taking every inch of my cock into your hungry, desperate cunt.”
“Mmm-more, pl-pl-please.. d-d-don’t.. ss-stop.”
“That’s my sweet fucking girl. Exactly how I want you. Come, Raven, so I can fill you up. Come with me. Be a good girl. There you go. Take every fucking inch of me you desperate, dirty, little cumslut.”
“Forever my pretty girl,” he shushes, “Forever mine.”
“You are mine, Siren. I have never wanted anything or anyone as much as I want and love you.”
I love the way they’re crazy for me. It makes my crazy justified.
“So fucking good. You taste like sin – like delicious liquid hellfire, Siren.”
“You are… exquisite, little succubus.” He praises between breaths.
He scoffs with a bitter laugh and all I can do is clutch his hand tighter, knowing this is the pivotal moment where I will always show him I love him. Remind him I love him until he knows he deserves my love. That yes, I’ll take his soul, but I’ll give him mine in return. In fact, I gave mine first. Dark and twisted as it may be.
“Just know I do love you. I’m a mean fucking devil with twisted desires Raven; I am not a good nor a kind man, but I’m your devil. Nobody has ever captivated me nor held my attention nor has sucked my dick like it holds the elixir of youth like you do. I want you for as long as I live, until I croak. And even trapped in the ether, will I love you… if you’ll have me.”
“And for the record, what you said to me a few nights ago, I never stopped loving you. 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.”
Home isn’t always a house. Sometimes it’s a person. Sometimes it’s a dysfunctional family that somehow makes it work because the love there makes it home.
And I mean it when I say he’s proactive. He put in her birth control while she was there and before she got out. Did you know he didn’t fuck anyone for three years to make sure he was clean for her before he took her virginity?”
“Well… we kind of… both did.” I admit. “It was so hot. I came all over her tits then used Damon’s cum as lube to reclaim her. I came so fucking much, she was covered in it. I’m talking gobs of cum everywhere. Fuck, she did this thing where she scooped up my cum from her tits and tummy and tried to shove it into her pussy. So obviously I had to give her more.” I smile, reminiscing at how my sweet baby girl turned out to be such a sick little cumslut.
“You exquisitely sweet little monster, let me repeat myself. If I’m ever too gentle or stern or serious with you it’s because I treasure you entirely too much, and with everything you have ever faced, you deserve to be treated like I love you because I do. I am irrevocably fucked for you. I’m sure I’ve heard the word ‘demented' thrown around here and it’s because I am. For you. So when you squeeze my cock with your delicious pussy so perfectly, of course I become deranged for the only woman I’ve ever loved. The rest of the world can fuck off entirely.”
his hands
“Did you ever read The Most Dangerous Game?”
“I love you so goddamn much, Little Bird. So much. I told you once not barred windows nor steel doors… There is not a goddamn thing on this earth that could ever keep me from you. Morals be damned, mon Coeur, I love you with all I am.”
It was kismet.
