No, You Hang Up

by A.J. Merlin

I’m not afraid of the dark. Not really. But I think every human has some fear of the shadows, deep down. After all, aren’t we all afraid of the things we can’t see?

“Have you looked at yourself, Kai?” His grin is almost rueful. “You’re just so murder-able. And, let’s not forget, so fuckable.”

I’m not sorry about the mess. See you soon, little bunny P.S. I’ll kill your neighbor if she knocks on your damn door one more time. P.P.S. Mi-da-zo-lam

Fuck, I really would beg him for anything and thank him for it after.

“So good for me, you know that? Fuck, maybe God finally loves me for something, or I’ve pleased the devil enough for him to have sent you to me. You were made for me, weren’t you? Made to be fucked like I own you.”

“I’m going to make you regret being so fucking addicting.”

“You’re stuck with me for the rest of our unnatural lives. And if you ever flirt with anyone else or let another boy touch you”—he nudges the back of my neck with his lips—“I’ll take it as an invitation to skin them alive while you watch.”

“Because you’re mine. And I like to believe you were always going to be mine. Whether it was going to be like this, or chained up in my basement until I could convince you to like me.”