My Turn

by Madilyn DeRose

something had been festering inside of me. An obsession, perhaps. I was fixated on her. Not just her, but the idea of becoming something she couldn’t escape and, eventually, didn’t want to escape.

She was never going to escape me. Alana Monroe was mine. Then, now, and forever.

This guy she was about to see was a guppy, whereas I was a shark who had every intention of devouring her whole.

I couldn’t stop imagining her tied up for me. If she wanted a mask, I’d give her a fucking mask. She’d scream for me just like she said and I wouldn’t need to duct tape her mouth because I had more creative ways to silence her.

I needed her smart mouth in front of me so that I could put it to good use.

I grabbed one of the wine bottles and uncorked it. Holding it between my knees, I pulled my cock out. It was easy to get myself in the right headspace when I thought about giving her a part of me. I wanted her to go to sleep full of my cum. Maybe one day I’d train her so that she couldn’t sleep unless she swallowed it.

“I’m ordering Chipotle. You want the same as usual?” She chewed on her lip, looking apprehensive. “My jeans say I shouldn’t.” “Alright, so extra chips and queso. Got it.”

She’d drank from the bottle with my cum in it, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted it smeared across her pretty pink mouth, glistening as I painted it there with my cock.

“You’re mine,” I murmured. “Then, now, and forever. You’ve always known it. Always.”

She was going to be mine, first as this person who lurked in the dark, then as Jayce Weste. Game, set, match.

After this, maybe I’d stick a fucking tracker under her skin. I probably should’ve done it ages ago. Live and learn, I guess.

Many would call me a monster for them but if it worked out in the end, what the fuck did it matter if I threw my morals away? If vile acts were going to be committed, they should be done in the name of love.

There was only one person who was allowed to make her fear for her life.

When I take your pretty cunt, will you scream for me?

“Let me introduce myself, Alana. I am the one who owns you. I am your savior but also your undoing. I’m who you should fear when you hear something move in the middle of the night. Every creak of the floorboards should make your body tremble with my nearness. When your neck prickles and you feel like you’re being watched, I want you wet and needy because you know who lurks in your shadow.”

“You’re going to cum regardless,” I said in-between strokes. “And you’re going to enjoy it. If you wanna fight it and edge yourself, go right ahead. Until you soak my face, I’m not moving from this spot.”

“You’ve been marked by me. Now, you’re mine. And I’ve been marked by you. That makes me yours.”

“The longer you keep me out, the harder I fuck you when I get in.”

“If you move, it’s going to hurt a hell of a lot worse. You’re not getting out of this, no matter what you do, and if you keep screaming, I’ll just fuck your throat until it’s too hoarse to make a sound. What’ll it be?”

She could cut me open and spill my intestines in the street. I’d still profess my love with my dying breath. Maybe I love her enough to take her to the grave with me.

“You don’t have to kill me,” he insisted. “I kinda do.” “B-but why? I’ll leave her alone.” “Mostly, it’s because you’re an asshole. I also need more fertilizer.” “W-hat?”

“Even God cannot kill the devil. What made you think you could?”

“Look how compliant you are now. So fucking good for me.”

“I don’t need your consent when I own your fucking soul.”

one thing I wouldn’t do was fuck her for the first time without being able to use my mouth for whatever I wanted. I wanted to fuck her as me, whether she knew it or not.

She belonged to me. Mine. Fucking mine. She always had been and I should’ve stolen her from Jake the moment he brought her home.

“If your hands leave that railing, I’ll make sure it’s the last time you disobey me.”

“You just have no idea what it’s like to consume a man’s soul and for him to devour you in return. I breathe your air so I can have a taste of you. There’s no world where I could allow you to be in a situation that would put you at risk. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

“Remember what I told you, Alana. I am your savior. You have no idea what I’ve done to protect you. Maybe a ‘thank you’ is in order.”

I wanted him to get what he needed, even if it ended up shattering me.

I wanted nothing more than to crawl in bed with her and hold onto her until I felt less broken, but I couldn’t.

He could have all of it. All of me. My wants, my dreams, and my desires were bleeding into him, creating some fucked up symbiotic relationship that would ensure our connection to each other. If it was severed, it would most certainly rip me to pieces.

believe me when I say that it doesn’t matter whether I’ve known you for years or days. You’re my family and I protect my family. I’ll protect you.”

“I’ve been after you for twelve years, baby. You were mine then and you’re mine now. You always will be.”

Well, if she tried to stab me again, maybe it was karma. I’d been doing a lot of murder-y stuff lately.

Alana Monroe would never escape me. Even in death, I would find her, and if I had to thrust hooks through both of us to bind us together, I would do it without hesitation.

“I love you,” I said into her mouth. “I love you. I fucking love you. Until my dying breath, with my dying breath, after my dying breath.”

“You ruined me for anyone else and you think you can just walk away?”

“I’ve loved you for as long as I’ve known you. I’ve kept you safe, fucking killed for you.”

“You gave yourself to the beast inside of me because you were too much of a coward to take what you truly wanted.”

“I’m gonna fuck you like he would and you’re going to look at my face. You’re going to look into my eyes and realize you love every horrifying, monstrous part of me because we belong to each other, now and forever, in life and in death. And if you want to kill me, at least give me one last taste of your corrupt soul.”

“You’re a dramatic little devil. I wonder where you got that from.” “You.”

It didn’t matter that she was conflicted or even angry. We’d get through it. Regardless of what had or would happen, I’d show her time and again that what we had was right. I’d fight for it until my dying breath, even if I had to kill everyone in this city.

“I want to fill you with my cum. Every inch of your pussy is going to be drenched by me and you’re going to keep every drop until I decide you’re done.”

“That’s it, baby. Fuck. You’re gonna take everything I have and you’re gonna thank me, aren’t you?”

Your bullet hit me, but it killed her. Leaving me alive will cost you everything because I’m the one who’s dangerous, not her. I’m the fucking monster in this story.”