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January 27 - January 28, 2023
“Do you think I don’t have cameras in every inch of this place?” I growl as she stumbles through the door. “This is my kingdom you’re in. You don’t get out of it until I let you out. If I ever let you out.”
Something that could destroy me even more if it fails.
“Daddy dearest really should have taught you about guns, Hermes,” he mocks. “Had the safety not been on, I would’ve been dead.”
“You like that, don’t you?” he murmurs. “Like the way my gun rubs against your clit.” “I’m imagining it’s you.”
He smirks and leans over to release the handcuffs. “Not quite, Wildflower.”
That small taste of freedom was a cruel form of torture.
“Abso-fucking-lutely not,” I growl. “Let me see them, Gabbana.” “With that nickname?” she claps back. “Not going to happen.”
She smiles sweetly, as if she’s not the devil herself in disguise. “You’re not the only one who can be destructive.” I can’t help but chuckle. “Oh, baby girl. You haven’t even begun to see what I can do.”
“Got nothing to say now, do you, Gabbana?” I tease. Her grip on my hair tightens just enough to cause a slight twinge of pain. “Shut the fuck up and keep going.”
“Take a deep breath for me,” I tell her. Like the obedient thing she is, she does exactly as I say, and when she lets out an exhale, I thrust all the way in. And just like that, her virginity—the one thing that made her worth something to Dmitri—is gone. And not only will it not ever belong to him, but it will always belong to me.
I can say it was never to someone like her. Someone so innocent, so perfect, and so fucking sinful—all at the same time.
“Having demons doesn’t make you a monster.”
It’s the most preposterous thing I’ve ever heard, and yet it was spoken with nothing but sincerity. I stare down at her, even though she refuses to meet my gaze. “You don’t know what you’re saying,” I tell her. She shrugs as she runs the cloth over where my heart pounds against my ribcage. “Maybe not. Or maybe you’ve never considered that dark can be beautiful.”
They say chaos breeds misery. That those who smile in the midst of danger are past the point of salvation.
“I can’t have you,” he pants, ripping my clothes straight from my body. “But I can’t not fucking have you.” My chest rises and falls rapidly as I’m at his mercy. “I don’t think you’re the kind of man who follows the rules.”
“I’m not sure what you thought this was between us, but you were wrong.” The lie flows from my mouth with ease, but it tastes bitter on my tongue. “You. Mean. Nothing. So take the last little sliver of dignity you have left and leave.”
Clenching his fist, he snarls. “Fucking leave!” “I can’t!” I shout back.
“What the hell do you mean you can’t?” he barks. “Just walk out the goddamn door and never come back! It’s not hard!” “I can’t do that!” “Why the fuck not?”
“I’m in love with you,” I confess, my heart threatening to break through my ribcage.
“Ah, the hopeless romantic thinks she can rescue me from the darkness,” he quips and pulls back to look at me. “Even my last name means evil, baby. There’s no saving me.”
Stupidity doesn’t seem like your style.” “And desperation doesn’t seem like yours,”
“You, Saxon Royce Forbes, are fucking lethal,” he says, and then presses his lips to mine before I can answer.
