Dollhouse (Down We Go #1)

by Kyla Faye

Every time I closed my eyes, it brought me back to that moment, a memory I've always been fond of. No one has ever protected me the way that he did. When I think of my childhood, few memories light up my face, but his bloody hands touching me is one that I've always cherished.

One of these days I was going to die, so I might as well make it today. It's as good as any.

And honestly, I think he likes me wearing pink because it makes me seem even more like a Barbie doll living in his fucked-up dollhouse.

Love makes a person do crazy things. Hate makes them do even crazier things. When fueled by hatred, you'd do the unthinkable—the unimaginable.

Sebastian lay me down on the bed and worships my body as he did years ago. He makes love to me, and for a night, I allow myself to forget about the devil hidden underneath those beautiful blue eyes.

His kindness will not last; I know that. But temporarily, I'm going to be worshipped, and pretend that my husband loves me and that I love him. After all, I’m great at pretending.

"Shut the fuck up now, Lee. I'm not playing around!" Sebastian yells, but I keep fucking pushing because I do have a death wish.

But there are questions on the tip of my tongue that no one seems interested in. Where is her body? Where did the blood come from? She wasn't bleeding during our fight. I believe I killed her, I know I killed her, and that's why I didn't fight when I was arrested and read my rights... but they're wrong about one thing. I didn't make her bleed.

“You will surprise yourself one day by having the strength to so something you never thought you could.” – Smita Maharana

I am Tate fucking Dawson, and no man defines me or intimidates me. I have all the control over myself and my feelings.

I feel so alive. I haven’t felt this alive in months. So, why do I feel that way now? Why do I feel free and fucking alive because of them?

The game is on, hellion. You broke your promise, and now I’ll keep mine. Ready or not, here I come.

Thirteen years ago, I told her to run and never come back, and here she is. Back in the city that started it all, back to the place that holds our history. A history she seems not to remember. Or at least it’s me she doesn’t remember. And how could she fucking not? What we experienced together isn’t something you can easily forget. It’s not something you could ever forget. You never forget your first love, or the first time you fuck.

She ruined me just as much as I ruined her. God, I want to ruin her all over again.

“Butterfly…” His eyebrows pull together, the look in his hazel eyes sad and nearly painful to look at. “Did you think I was going to hit you?” I stare at him, but don’t speak. With a racing heart, I shove at his chest, and again, he doesn’t move. His fingertips trail along my jawline and trace over my lips. “Who hurt you, pretty girl?”

“I want you to fuck me. Make me forget everything except your name as I scream it at the top of my lungs.”

“I’ll feast on your sweet cunt later. Right now, I need to be buried so deep inside you, I forget where I end and you begin.”

The sight of him between my legs is the hottest fucking thing. Our cum is still dripping down my legs, but that doesn’t stop him from eating me like he’s a starving man at a buffet.

I chose a butterfly because that’s how I see myself. I was once trapped inside of my cocoon, and then I was reborn and given wings to be free and be who I really am. I’ve evolved just like a butterfly. I’m reborn and free.

“Fuck yeah, that’s it, baby, just like that,” he praises, catching my tired body as I fall limply in his arms.

“I’m so sorry, Lee. I’m so sorry for hurting you and doing this to you.” She looked up at me with her teary eyes. “Stop apologizing, Rowen. I want it to be you, I wouldn’t want him to be the one touching me. And you didn’t hurt me.” “Then why are you crying if I didn’t hurt you?” She kissed my cheek and cuddled back into my arms, never giving me an answer to why she was crying. Instead, she removed the bandage from my arm to inspect the damage I’d done with my razor. Her pale blue lips parted with a gasp once she realized what I’d carved into my arm. There, on the middle of my left forearm, was her name carved deep into my skin.

“Spread those thighs for me, let me see just how fucking wet you are,” I growl. She obeys like the good girl she is and spreads her thighs for me, revealing her bare pink pussy that’s glistening with her wetness.

“I killed him for you because I would do anything to protect you. There isn’t a single thing that I’m not willing to do to protect you.”

I need to be inside of her right fucking now. I’ve never needed anything more than the way I need to be inside of her. I don’t even need air as much as I need her.

I love seeing blood on her skin because of me. Because she wants to bleed for me, and vice versa. My little angel is turned on by blood, and I have every intention of fully exploiting the newfound kink.

“Not God, just Rowen.”

“You, my hellion, are anything but worthless.”

He spits the cum into my mouth and I swallow instantly, our lips attacking each other and our tongues tangling.

“You. Are. Home. You are ours, and you better fucking understand that. I fucked up once by not running away with you but, baby, I’m here. I’m not running, and you don’t need to run anymore either. I’ve got you.” His face is so close to mine I can feel the warmth of his breath across my lips. He says his words through gritted teeth, and I lose it.

She’s a weakness that we can’t afford. And we have to let go of our weaknesses, no matter how much it may hurt in the beginning.