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“Now . . .” my sister’s new husband whispered in my ear. “Now you belong to me.”
He made himself the cure, which wouldn’t have been necessary if he hadn’t also created the disease.
Life felt like hell because we expected it to feel like heaven. The quote I read years ago went something like that, but I never understood it. When you’re in the thick all your life, living in ways you eventually figure out no one else is, you learn to sleep well in heat and eat fire. Until one day it’s all you need.
Will, Michael, and Kai were my friends, and I’d walk through fire for any one of them. Will was the only one, though, who I was sure would walk through fire for me.
People assumed I behaved strictly on impulse, when actually, it required quite a bit of strategy to be this fucked up.
“Because pain in the body quiets the pain in the head. It feels good, like a kill switch for your brain.
“Acting like that time with her wasn’t the only fucking time I didn’t hate fucking.”
The irony of my presence helping anyone’s reputation was not lost on me.
“You teach your daughter to hide in everyone else’s world,” I shot back, “and I’ll teach mine everyone else exists in hers. Go fuck yourself, and leave the kid alone.”
In fact, he was kind of an angel at the end. An angel with really black bat wings. Psycho.
Be with me. Just be with me. Not against me.
“And be good,” he told me. “If I hear anyone touched you, I will crack his fucking skull.”
No, do it again. My dick was so hard, and if I slid it inside her right now, how wet would she be? God, what was she doing to me? Do it again.
The control. The memories. The knowledge that our bodies betray us, and it was the brain that was the prize. That the mind knew what we really wanted, not the body.
“You don’t know the meaning of the word!” she snapped. “You don’t care about me!” “I would kill for you,” I shot back, getting in her face. The incredulous look on her face, like she didn’t know if she should be touched or laughing, mimicked exactly what was happening in my head right now. Yes. It kind of just came out, but I thought it was true. At one time, I would’ve killed for Michael, Kai, and Will. I might still. But I’d definitely kill for Erika and Banks. They might not like me a whole lot, but they understood me.
“I told her that I wanted you,” I went on. “That you loved me, because there was no faking what happened in that fucking video, and I told her that I loved you, too, and I was sorry for stealing you the way I did, but it was the only way I could get close to you.”
I darted my eyes to hers. “Don’t let me go,” I told her, breathing hard. “No matter what you hear or what they say, don’t let me go.”
None of it was a lie, except my name.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I whined, holding my side and trying to get my feet under me. “That’s how you thank three females who just saved your ass?” Rika remarked, sounding all too amused. And then Alex tipped her chin at me, taunting, “Who’s your daddy?”
Why did she even come? She was pissing me off. Screaming at me one minute, all over me the next, running away this morning, and now she was here. Was she going to decide she needed more space tomorrow?
The whiplash this man is getting .
“You left me,” I said, her chin tucked on my shoulder as she held me from behind. “Everyone is always doing that.”
My heart :( Poor Damon.
“Because I was afraid of life without the hope of you to look forward to.”
“If anyone knew what a vile cunt this world could be, it was us. But all I needed was you, and all you should’ve needed was me, and fuck all the rest. We would’ve done it. We would’ve won.”
I saw someone shift out of the corner of my eye and looked up, noticing everyone was in the room, either passed out on chairs or waking up. Will rose from his seat, heading over to me, while Kai was passed out on a recliner with Banks curled up on top of him, and Michael and Rika were asleep on the couch.
Whatever. I wasn’t fucking staying. I’d rather pierce my eyeballs than lie here, resting. I’d rather chug a gallon of piss-warm milk than stay in bed doing nothing. I’d rather get a third-degree burn on my dick. Or develop a peanut allergy.
I had everything right here. Everything. I hadn’t let them go. They were here. I fisted her hair. Mine.
I knew he’d always come for me. I knew he loved me. I knew that however long this lasted, it would probably be the happiest and most miserable I’d ever been. He made me so angry, I wanted to punch him.
“My woman doesn’t ask permission. She’s a force. Say it louder.”
“We’re going to rule the world, Rika.” I held out my hands, grinning. “You, Banks, and me.”
I love him!! 😍
