In The Dark

by Chelsea Curto

“This is where our story ends.” “Too bad. We would’ve had something fun to tell the kids.”

“I’m not hiding in the shadows. I’m using my resources. Taking her on a long, romantic walk, except she doesn’t know I’m there.”

I’m going to track you down, Maxine. And when I do, I’m going to make you mine.

“I have a habit of getting attached to things. If you keep talking to me like that, I might fall in love with you.”

“You think I need a bed to make you come, Maxine?”

“Three fingers in your cunt and a few minutes are all it would take for you to scream my name. And since I’m a gentleman, I’d leave your underwear on. There wouldn’t be a hair out of place. You’d walk out of here without anyone knowing you just had the best orgasm of your life, because you’re a good girl, aren’t you?” He rocks his hips forward, and I feel the brush of his hard cock against the inside of my thigh. “But maybe tonight you’d like to be my little slut.”

“Shh, baby. You can’t let anyone hear you. I don’t want to get in trouble. Can you be good for me?”

“When I play with things I like, I make sure to have my way with them.” “Does that mean you like me?” “Oh, Maxine.” He tucks a piece of hair behind my ear, mouth right at the pulse point on my neck. “That’s one way to put it.”

“What do you want to know?” I rub a slow, teasing circle over her clit and hum when she moans. “My last name? My favorite food? My credit card number so you can buy yourself whatever you want? I can give you the world if you let me, Maxine.”

We have a serious fucking problem. I was already addicted to her, and this just sealed the deal. I need to consume her. I need to have her in a million different ways. I need to make her mine with a ring and a house and five kids, and my cock leaks pre-cum in agreement.

I’ve always liked being on my knees, but I just found my favorite alter. My new house of worship, and she’s never going to be able to get rid of me.

“You should know something about me, angel. If you want it? Ask. I’ll give it to you. Do you want me to kiss you, Maxine?” “I think I’d like that,” she whispers, and I smile. “Please.” “With pleasure,” I purr, crashing my mouth against hers.

I’ve always been a determined motherfucker. Someone who goes after what he wants, and right now, the only thing I need is Maxine Walters. I need her like I need air, and I’m not going to stop until she’s mine.

I slip into the foyer and shut the door, taking time to kick off my riding boots so I don’t track dirt inside. I might murder people for a living, but I’m also a considerate guy.

Brian couldn’t find my clit, so I doubt he knows how to put someone in a headlock, but man this world has gone to shit these days.”

“Look at both of our last names starting with the same letter. That’ll be an easy transition when I get down on one knee with a big ring and propose. Max Wilder sounds nice.”

Baby, I’d put a ring on your finger tomorrow if it wouldn’t scare you off. What cake flavor should we go with? Do you want two kids or four?

I would’ve lit fire to everything in this goddamn world, gladly watching it burn to ash if it meant finding her. I would cross every end of the universe to keep her safe. I would cut myself open and give her my blood if she needed it. I would kill a thousand people—a million fucking people—if it meant she never had to live in fear again.

I love you, I almost shout. I love you so fucking much. Take my bleeding heart and keep it in a jar, because I’m never giving it to anyone else.

Men hurt us just because we exist, and it’s not fucking fair.”

“You’re going to build me a library?” “Yup. How do you feel about a ladder?” “I would love a ladder.”