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He’s going to get me pregnant just from this image alone.
He never looks human when he’s inside of me.
To see him lose himself in my mouth makes me feel like a queen sitting upon her throne.
“You look like such a pretty whore for me.”
Like attracted to like—his darkness to mine. I was running from it while he was forcing me to see who I really am.
“Keep it up, little mouse. This sharp tongue isn’t the only thing capable of getting me wet. I could come just thinking about my cock covered in your blood.”
He succumbs to me like the Titanic did the ocean. Indestructible—unsinkable—to everyone but me. I’m the raging sea that conquered him and sunk him to his very knees, and he was helpless to stop me.
“Is this making your pussy wet?” he grinds out past his teeth, punctuating it with a harsh thrust. “Moaning like a whore while watching me fuck your tits. Does it make you wish it was your pussy instead?”
He thrusts his hips in quick, short thrusts, and I can only stare, intoxicated by the sight of a god coming undone.
“Fuck, Addie. These tits are going to be covered in my cum. You ready for me, baby?”
Glaring at me is a macabre rose marring the skin directly over his heart, cutting into the old scar. A fucking rose. He carved a symbol of his love for me into his chest.
“I don’t care if I need to set this world on fire until there’s no one left but you and me. The world will burn around us, and I’ll gladly live in chaos with you as long as the only person that is a danger to you is me.”
I may have cracked, but they did not shatter me. My rose still has fucking thorns, Zade. Do you understand me?”
I FUCKING LOVE ADDIE!!!
“Thank you.” Clapping my hands, causing the three of them to startle, I offer them a huge smile. “It’s time.”
This is some The Menu shit
“Which one do you think is tastiest?” Sibby asks, bouncing on her toes with excitement and restlessness. I curl my lip in disgust, wrinkling my nose. “Don’t be gross. We’re not cannibals.” Sibby scoffs. “I would never taint my body with demon meat. We won’t be eating them, but the vultures will.” “She’s got a way with words,” Zade says dryly, a tinge of amusement in his tone. That she does.
“You look absolutely divine dressed in wolves’ clothing, but don’t think I won’t tear them from your body the second he’s dead. Enjoy your hunt, little mouse. You won’t be the only predator on the loose.”
A dark god that embodies destruction and death, yet I’ve never felt more in love.
My mouth dries as he nears, incapable of doing anything else but watching him bend down, seize me by the throat and crush his mouth into mine.
“A good man would be sorry that he corrupted something so pure.” “You’ve never been a good man,” I whisper, reiterating the exact words he’s told me so many times before. “No,” he agrees. “But I have always been yours.”
“Did she cry out for God?” he pushes. “Yes,” Xavier spits, and fuck, I’m falling apart. I thrust against Zade’s hand, rolling my hips mindlessly, the bliss eroding my entire being. “Good,” he says, a grin in his voice. “That means she was crying out for me.”
Ignorance is bliss and shit.
He stutters, sweat pouring down his face, growing more desperate and panicked. Especially as Sibby begins to remove limbs, and Zade starts to pluck out Rocco’s eyes.
DAAAAAYYYYUUUUUMMMM
Sibby’s never had real friends before, and despite how badly I don’t want to hear how she got railed up the ass, I refuse to set an example of friendship by silencing her.
...true friend right here :')
“I’ve followed you through lifetimes, Adeline. My soul needs you so badly that I’ve become a shadow, destined to hunt you for eternity.”
Her eyes flutter, and a little moan slips free, nearly writhing from the promise of haunting her soul. She was fucking made for me.
Her pulse thrums wildly beneath my hand, and I want to sink my fucking teeth into it so I can taste how much I scare her.
“You and I will never end, little mouse. Even when we’re six feet under, and our bones are dust, I will haunt your soul until it aches to be free of me. And then, I will hold you tighter.”
Fuck. I really, really don’t want to be kind right now. I want to put the devil to shame.
I can do a lot of things, but resisting your sweet little pussy is hardly one of them.”
“Don’t let that control slip from your fingers because if it does, I will be responsible for every one of my actions. I’ll fuck you so deeply, you’ll be crying for me to stop, and I won’t, Adeline. You’ll have to fucking kill me before that happens, and I will die without a shred of remorse.”
I’d make a good fertilizer, and vines of roses could grow from my rib cage while I become one with the earth again.
“I would kill for you—I have killed for you—but I would also put down a gun and never pick it up again if you asked it of me. The lengths I would go to for you are terrifying, little mouse. So easily, you could destroy me, and I would lie down and take it. I don’t care if I live or die—as long as it’s all for you.”
There will never be another that looks like him—never another that will be anything like him. And there’s a small part of me terrified to see the day Zade dies. Though I’ll have a lot to fucking say if he croaks before he turns ninety. Asshole jumped through hoops to get me, now he has to suffer through a long life of having me.
God, if that creature doesn’t embody the man standing before me, I don’t know what does. A fire breathing dragon capable of sending me fucking soaring.
He releases the knot, the towel dropping to the floor with a quiet thunk. Fuck me sideways.
He’s fucking glorious, and my heart wrenches with the reminder that this man—no, this God—is mine.
Only the devil can wield the shadows around his body with such divinity. A devil and a God—two opposing forces that make up one contradicting being.
“I love you, Zade. Sometimes I can’t fucking stand it,” I say, my voice raspy and uneven. “But it was the only thing that kept me alive. You saved me. Even when we were apart, you saved me. And I hope to God you never stop hunting me.”
“You like to use my cock to make you come, don’t you, baby? Remember that whenever you think you don’t need me. Nothing will make your little pussy feel better than I can. And look, I don’t even have to fucking try.”
There’s no sense of time or space, just colors and a feeling of completion. Like I was put together wrong before, and now that I’ve shattered, those pieces were stitched back together the correct way. It’s fucking addicting, and by the time I come down, Parsons Manor reappearing, I want to go back. Wherever I went, I want to go back.
“I will carve a garden of scars into your flesh, little mouse. Only my pain will bring them to life.” I tip my head back, groaning from the sharp bite of his knife. “They'll only ever grow beneath my touch.”
We travel down a long hallway, passing portraits of Addie gradually aging until she was a teenager. Normally, I’d stop and stare at her childhood pictures, fantasizing about the kid versions of myself falling in love with her had I seen her then. Something tells me that I’d be enraptured by her no matter how young we were.
This shit is so cute!!!!
Fuck, that’s my good girl.
I don’t care how capable she is, I’ll always protect her.
All those idle threats she used to make about killing or hurting me—she could make those come true now. Fuck. Yes.
Dying with Addie on my mind is the only way I want to go out anyway.
“It’s creepy down there?” she says, though it sounds like a question. “You like creepy.” She seems to pause on that thought, and then relaxes, nodding her head. “Yeah, you’re right. I do like creepy.
They didn’t cut the lights out. Someone is standing at the entrance of the hallway. They’re unmoving, but I feel their eyes boring into where we stand. My hand tightens around my gun, and I slowly raise it, preparing for them to attack. Then, they slowly step back and disappear down the hallway again, the glow taking their place once more. My heart pumps wildly in my chest. Shit, that’s freaky. Even I can admit that.
EWWWWWW I HATE THIS!!! SO FUCKING SCARY
Sibby scoffs. “I spent too much time in haunted houses—no one is creepier than me. Let me go first.”
“Sorry, baby. He touched your ass, therefore, I needed to kill him.”
"Touch her and die" on the nose
