Manik

by Amo Jones

Little did she know, he was going to make the pain worse before he’d take it away, and he won’t take all of it away, he’ll ruin her. He’ll leave an ounce of pain still lingering on the surface every time he’s with her—enough for her to crave him. To yearn for him, she will soon see that she has been poisoned and it was only him who was her antidote. No one else can cure her but him.

“Are we doing this?” he grumbles. “Fine, we’ll do this.” His hand comes to my chin and he yanks my face back to his when I try to look away. He searches my eyes. “The thought of anyone else touching you makes me fucking feral, Cub. And I don’t mean that in the same bullshit way that most other men mean that, I mean that as in I’ll straight up murder any motherfucker that so much as looks at you for too long, so… to answer your question? Yeah, I’m your man, but make no mistake, you are mine and I don’t play nice with other people trying to get into my sandbox—you feel me?”