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“We’re going to survive this and make it back to Corium. I won’t let you die out here, Aspen. I promise, okay?”
“You had my dick in your mouth, and my thumb up your ass, but pissing in front of me is too much?”
“That’s not true. Kissing is intimate. It’s passion and heart. It’s telling someone a secret with your lips. A secret only you and the other person can decode.”
“What secret did that kiss tell you?” he croaks. I have to force my swollen lips to move. “It told me you’re drowning too, so let’s drown together.”
He took my virginity and gave me my first real kiss. What else of mine will he claim next? My heart? No, we could never love each other. Could we?
“I can deal with the truth, no matter how much it hurts, but I can’t handle lies.”
I didn’t realize how much I was craving validation for my pain until Aspen pointed it out.
He’s right. I can’t change what happened, but I can change our futures. We can change our futures.
The cold pricks my skin painfully, but on the inside, I’m glad that they’re here because that means that Aspen is safe. I did it, I saved her, and that’s the last thing on my mind before the world goes black.
I nod and force my lips into a smile. I’m smiling on the outside but splintering into a thousand pieces on the inside.
I’m cold and tired, but worst of all, I’m alone.
As long as she is honest with me, I will forgive her. I can see past this.
If I can’t physically be with her, I can at least watch her.
“It’s going to happen, and soon. All of your firsts are mine, including that tight little asshole of yours.”
Her wearing my shirt doesn’t help with the alpha ‘you’re mine’ vibes I already have going on, but I must admit she looks good in it.
“You might be the untouchable king of Corium, but you left your queen vulnerable,” Matteo yells after me.
In some ways, he is my security blanket, and I fucking hate it.
“That wasn’t terrible. I mean, it was bad, but not terrible,” Quinton teases.
I stay on this machine for a bit, and after, I do a few more. Quinton stays with me the whole time, helping me figure everything out. By the time we’re done, my muscles are exhausted, and I’m covered in sweat.
“I’ll be back soon. Have fun reading your smut book.” I glance at the shirtless guy on the book cover.
I’m tired of people messing with her. Maybe it’s time I make it clear to everyone. There is only one person who is allowed to mess with her. Me.
What’s important is that everyone knows she belongs to me, she is mine, and I don’t like sharing.
“You are very wrong because you are mine. Mine to torment, mine to touch, and definitely mine to fuck.”
I’ve hurt her before, pushed her more than I should have, but she always stood up to me with fire in her eyes. Not this time. That usual fire is gone—not even a spark remains. All that reflects at me is the pain only a guttural betrayal can leave behind. “I hate you,” she grits through her teeth, and for the first time, I actually believe her.
I can’t remember the last time I was happy—no, not happy, but truly happy.
His words may show one thing, but his actions show he doesn’t hate me as much as either of us thought.
“You can take it. You were made for me,” I grunt.
“Does it get easier? The loneliness. Does it become easier to deal with, or will it always feel like someone has punched a hole in my chest?”
“I hope you know I just did you a huge favor.”
