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There was a time when one person was able to make me ignore that side of myself. I helped him with his own darkness, and he made me feel alive, sustaining me with tender touches and words, stolen kisses and nights in his bed when no one knew. I was happy. I thought I was safe. I thought I was free. Until I wasn’t.
At that point, he was everything. And I lost him.
We had everything, and now we have nothing but lies and grudges. I can’t be mad at him – not really. But he walked away so easily,
“You irritate me. You’re a poisonous snake that won’t fuck off from my mind. You’re everywhere yet nowhere. A fucking disease.”
Staying silent is like being in a mental prison.
There’s something about watching a man screw his eyes shut and curse while being pleasured that makes me wetter.
For someone who claims to despise me, his actions are the complete opposite.
How anyone could look someone in the eye and tell them they loved them, only to go fuck someone else hours later is beyond me.
“If you weren’t such a twisted snake, I’d tell you how hot you looked tonight.”
No, you’re a walking, talking version of whiplash. One minute you act like you hate me, then you’re trying to have sex with me or messaging me. You can go hump your hand for all I care.”
He wants to wring my neck just as much as he wants to fuck my brains out. The feeling is definitely – annoyingly – mutual.
he roughly fucks me like I’m his enemy,
“I wish I could hate you the same way you hate me,”
“This person you are now, I wish you weren’t him.”
“I’m not your friend, Freckles. Do you know why?” I kiss her lips. “Because friends don’t do
“If I was your friend, I wouldn’t think about you every second of the day. I wouldn’t want to feel you.”
“We’re all broken in some way, Tobias. But we can also be fixed.”
I fit against him like the perfect puzzle piece. I feel at home in his arms and almost burst into tears from the intensity of the moment.
“I hate you too.” But I love how fucking much our bodies respond to each other.
I know she loves this side of me – dominating, angry yet full of desire and lust. The rage between us mixes with the need to fuck each other’s brains out.
We’re each other’s dirty little secret. And it will probably always be that way.
