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Evil can just as likely wear a suit and Rolex as it can dirty jeans and a wifebeater.
Many make poor decisions in a bid to survive, but money and power do not wash away a man’s sins and make him pure. It just buys him a larger closet in which to hide his skeletons.
I’ve seen the buoyancy that comes with love. The weightlessness and rush make people believe they can walk on water. But there is always more lurking beneath the surface, a darker facet of love that doesn’t raise you up, but drags you under instead. It steals your breath and fills your lungs until you asphyxiate.
It’s the kind of love that pulls you into its current before drowning you in its unforgiving inky depths.
“Besides, nobody touches you but me. The only time you get on your knees for a man is when I’m sliding my cock into your throat, understand?”
“Are you getting wet at the thought of my hand making your ass red? I wouldn’t go easy on you. If you earn a punishment, you’ll get what you deserve. But if you take it like a good girl I might reward you.”
Aging out of the system and being told to politely fuck off so they can wipe their hands of you is a harrowing experience. It moves you from lonely, which most foster kids feel at some point or another, to being alone.
I trust him to not only catch me but to not let me fall to begin with. That either makes me really brave or incredibly stupid.
I’ve never wanted anything in my life more than I want this woman. Even knowing I’ll ruin her, knowing I’ll shatter her soul and watch all the sunshine bleed out, I still can’t let her go.
“Good girl.” “Are you trying to kill me? I nearly choked on my steak.” She shakes her head. “Only meat you’ll be choking on is mine. Now eat. You’re going to need your energy.”
I might be a predator in every sense of the word, but Ivy is nobody’s prey. She’s the reward that only the victor can claim.
Ivy has no idea who I truly am. To her, I’m just a man with more money than sense. But to the underworld, I’m a fucking king. Staring at her now, I know without a doubt I’ve found my queen.
“Good girl. I can’t wait to come inside you, Ivy. Fuck, it’s all I can think about. I want to fill you with so much cum your belly bloats with it.”
“I didn’t do anything to your little friend but if you mention him once more, particularly in this bedroom, I’ll cut out his heart and gift it to you. Maybe then you’ll remember who you belong to,”
“I don’t do half-assed things. This”—he indicates between the two of us before gripping my hips and pulling me against his erection—“is about as real as it gets. I’ve never felt about anyone what I do for you. I do not give one single fuck how fast it is. When you know, you know. It’s you and me, Ivy. Yesterday, today, tomorrow.”
“No. Fuck no. I want all the labels. Hell, I’d brand my name on your ass if…” he drifts off as if he’s contemplating the idea so I poke him in the chest with my finger. “If you try to brand me, I’ll set you on fire.” He bursts out laughing. See? Crazy. “Okay, no branding…yet. I’ll settle for you wearing my ring.”
“Ivy, since the moment I met you, I’ve been fucking my fist to the image of you. I dreamed about what it would be like inside your tight pussy and the reality is so much fucking better. You’re always on my mind. Together or apart, you are all I see.”
“You know, Kenzo, I think if I cut out your tongue I might like you better.” “I don’t know, man. Someone cut out your heart and I still think you’re a dickhead.”
She rolls her eyes at me, making my hand itch with the urge to spank her ass cherry red.
I’d rip my heart from my chest and hand it to you, just to show you it’s yours if I could.”
Willingly or in a gilded cage, Ivy will spend her life with my cock inside her pussy and my hand collaring her throat.
I tried in my way to be a good guy for her but I set us both up to fall. She fell in love with a man who doesn’t exist and in turn, I punished her for loving him.
If I want her to ever be more than just my prisoner I need her to forget the man and love the monster instead.
“I hate you.” “No, you don’t. You might want to but you can’t because I’m in your fucking veins just like you’re in mine.”
That’s what we have, what we are—a fucked-up mess. But no man will ever love you like I do, Ivy. I’d die for you, kill for you, burn the world to ash if you asked it of me,
“It’s okay to want this, Ivy. You have this idea in your head of what’s right and wrong but we were never going to fit that mold. Fuck what the world thinks, all that matters is me and you.”
