Bait

by Jade West

“You wanted a monster in the darkness. You wanted a stranger. You wanted this.” But I want so much more… I’m so painfully aware of how much more.

“I didn’t think you were coming back,” I whisper. “I was always coming back.” I keep on rolling. “I thought something could’ve happened to you.” “I left enough time to make the hunt feel fucking real, Abigail, that’s what happened to me.”

His hips grind against mine and my thighs loll wide. My body is his. I suspect my soul might be too.

“Be my monster,” I breathe as he hitches hard against my pussy. “I want it all…” “That’s just as fucking well,”

“Since you’re gonna fucking get it all.”

“Scare me,” I whisper. “Scare me enough to think I don’t want this.” His eyes are so dark. “You’ll be scared, don’t fucking worry.”

thought you were gone,” I whimper. “Please don’t go, Leo. I need this… I need this worse than I ever knew…”

“You really are my monster,” I breathe. “You make it hurt better than I ever dreamed.”

“Kiss me,” she whispers. “You don’t want to kiss a monster. Believe me,” I tell her.

“Beg me to stop.” She shakes her head. The girl is fucking insane, but so am I.

I’ll tell her everything. The whole sorry tale. I’ll show her everything. Soon. And maybe, just maybe, our broken parts will fit together enough to fix us both. It’s a longshot, but isn’t it always.

The bait using a decoy to snare the hunter. I do love a good twist.

It amazes me that I feel ready. Hell, it amazes me that I’m back up from my knees with my head held high. Because of him.

Because of me, too.

He’s wearing a fucking tux. Fuck. He looks fucking magnificent. Better than magnificent.

He looks like a perfect nightmare. Darker than I’ve ever seen him, even in the glaring sun.

The wine makes me heady. My legs feel like jelly. “Leo Scott.” “Pleased to meet you,”

“How does it feel to know the monster for real?” “It’s a good start.” I smile. “I’m kinda digging the unfolding mystery thing.”

“See if you still feel like that when you get more of the picture. You look incredible by the way,” he says, and my cheeks burn.

“It’...

a shame to tear that dress off you later.” My clit tingles so hard I clench my thighs. “You’re lookin...

I’ve never been so happy to be on display as I am next to him. “I think we go with the or, don’t you?” he says.

I’ve never been so happy to be on public display as I am next to her.

And she’s mine.

she’s mine. I intend to keep it that way.

“Soon,” I remind her and she nods.

I wonder if she’s still scared of me. I wonder if I’m still bad enough to be her monster in the night.

I’ll make it so.

“Come for me,” he growls. “Scream my fucking name to the stars.” “More,” I grunt. “Give me more.”

My soul in his hands.

“You’re so beautiful,” he breathes. “I love how beautiful you are when you hurt.”

Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars. Khalil Gibran

“You are incredible…” I whisper, but his expression is grim.

“What happened to you?”

“I loved hard. I lost harder.”

“She begged me not to let her die in there. Screamed that she didn’t want to burn.”

“I don’t talk about it. It’s not much of a conversation starter.” I feel so fucking grim inside as I try to explain. “The scars aren’t just out here.” I gesture to my back. “They’re inside, too. Guilt. Hate.”

“What you went through…” she says. “I can’t even imagine…” “You don’t want to imagine.”

The broken parts of my heart bleed, and it’s all for him. For the love he lost. The scars he bears. The sadness in his eyes as he relives this all for me.

My brokenness feels tender against his. I feel so small against him.

“I was her monster,” he whispers. “It destroyed her.” “You loved her,” I say. “Right until the end.” “Just be careful the monster doesn’t destroy you too.” “I don’t want careful,” I tell him. “I just want you.” “That’s just as well,” he says. “Because it’s now you I’m chasing in the dark.”

“Thanks for the secrets.” “Thanks for the ear. It’s been a while since someone cared enough to listen.”

“You summoned a monster from the darkness,” I grunt. “Is it everything you were hoping for?” “More than I was hoping for,” she whispers. “But tonight I want to see the monster in the light.”

“My scars are hideous,” I tell her, but she shakes her head. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” she whispers. “Even your scars will be beautiful.” Oh fuck, how I feel it in my gut.

This sweet little siren from the deep, opening my sores and kissing them better. Making me feel alive again. Whole again.

“You can have everything you want,” I tell her. “Just know that I’ll take your everything in return.” She smiles against my neck. Her fingers are soft in my hair. “My everything is already yours,” she says. “I just wasn’t sure you wanted it.” Oh, how I fucking want it.

I’ve cried, and you’d think I’d be better for it, but the sadness just sleeps, and it stays in my spine the rest of my life.

Conor Oberst

And I wish… I shouldn’t, but I do…

I wish that the baby had been his.