Priceless

by Miranda Silver

“You want reassurance, babe?” He pushed, and I moaned at the sudden fullness. I squirmed under him, trying to lift my hips, my pussy clinging to his thick shaft. His hands tightened cruelly on my ass. “You feel like heaven. And it makes me want to give you hell.”

“What are you so afraid of?” His voice was seductive, beckoning, inviting. “Be in the dark with me.”

“You really are perfect, Christina. You’re everything I hoped for and more.”

“I’m not interested in having someone who doesn’t belong to me,” he whispered against my mouth. He licked my tongue. I heard my own thready breath. “I’m not interested in fucking a liar. I cum that much harder, knowing you’re mine.”

Obsession wasn’t pretty. It was an ugly, all-consuming thing. The drive to create a world that only held two people, to escape reality, to blot out the rest of life.

This was a girl who always tried so hard. This was a girl who put other people first. But she wasn’t nice at all underneath.

“You’re perfect,” he crooned, hypnotic. “You’re such a good little whore. You want me to put a price on the way you come? Or the blush on your skin when I tell you the truth? How cute you are when you cry, because you’re so overwhelmed by the way I fuck you? How much you love it when I hurt you a little? How much I love it when you

snarl at me in bed? I can’t. You’re priceless. You were made for me.”

I wanted everything, I wanted to have her and destroy her at the same time.

“You asshole! Who the fuck do you think you are? You don’t even have the money, I know you don’t! Get the hell out of my room, Patrick. Get out!”

Our arrangement is over. I can’t lie anymore. I want to be with you. I want to know you. X Christina

“I miss him,” I said to Russell. “I know you have no idea what I’m talking about, but I just need to tell someone. I’m so mad at him, and I miss him so much it physically hurts, and it’s not the kind of pain that feels good.”

“You spied on us. You broke into my girl’s room, stole her savings,

and tried to insult her when you don’t deserve to lick her shoes. You will give her back what you took, or I swear to God, I will turn your fucking place upside down the way you did to hers until I find everything I’m looking for.”

“And I wanted him, Alexis.

“Tell me something you love, Christina.” “You,” I blurted. “I love you.

“You drive me crazy. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you.”

“I love you.” His rough voice pulled an involuntary sound from me. “You're mine, Christina. You always have been, from the first time I touched you.”

“I want all of you.” Words he’d rasped to me hours ago, desire and reluctance warring in his gaze. “The teddy bear and the wolf. Nice Patrick and Mean Patrick. And everything in between.”

That I'd found a man who understood me so well. Who I fit with. Who knew what I wanted, those darkest, most secret desires, and could make them come true. Who I could make so happy in return, give him what he wanted and needed. What we shared was valuable. Priceless.

For a minute, we gazed at each other. Then he pulled me down and kissed me. I flicked off the light and lay in the dark with

my love, while our future stretched out, open and free.

This is such a beautiful evening. But life doesn’t always glitter like this. People don’t always glitter like this, either. It can be hard to realize that. To really be with someone and see all the parts that don't shine and glow, as well as the parts that do. It can be even harder to let the person you love see your own dark shadows. But it’s not just about the gold — or the shadows. Love is everything all together. The dark and the light. The whole truth. Given freely.