Titan (Dark Kingdom, #2)

by Shantel Tessier

“You were wearing a pink shirt with white polka dots and jeans. You had pigtails. A pink ribbon on the right one and a yellow wrapped around the other.” “That is…” She blinks. “Adorable.” “Kinda stalkerish.” She laughs. “But I remember that day too. Well, not what I wore, but the best part was that he came back to school that next Monday with a…” I smile as hers drops off her face, and she tilts her head to the side. “No. Did you… Titan.” She slaps my bare chest. “Tell me you didn’t.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Liar. You broke his arm, didn’t you?” I shrug “Must have been karma.” I followed that motherfucker home after school and broke his arm with my bare hands. And I told him if he said a word, I’d break the other. He never touched her again.

I don’t know why her words piss me off, but they do. Maybe because I expected her to see me differently. Maybe I expected her to understand the connection between the three of us. Either way, stepping into her, I say the first thing that comes to my mind. “You didn’t think you were special, did you?” And just like that, I fucked everything up.

“I let you walk away from me once, Em. I won’t make that mistake again.” Tears sting my eyes at his words. “Did you hear me? I won’t let you leave. Not me. Not this time.” He runs his thumb over my swollen lips. “Stay here with me. Let me fix it. I promise I’ll get to the bottom of it.” The first tear runs down my cheek. “Let me take care of you. Let me love you.”

grab a Ziploc baggie which holds another cloth that’s been soaking for the past three hours. I put gloves on, then open the baggie and remove the cloth. Carefully, I wad it up and shove it into his mouth, ending his protests.

as he chokes on the contents of the rag. I smile. “Swallow it up. It’s been soaking in poison. It’s going to eat you from the inside out.”

“This is where you belong.” He cups my face again. “With me. I can keep you safe. I can give you what you need.”

“And what do I need?” I ask, gliding my hands up and down his chiseled abs.

“You tel...

“You.” It’s the only answer I can think of. I don’t need his money or this Kingdom. Just him. He lowers his lips to mine and kisses me softly. “I’m ri...

“It’s been a while since I got to carve a man.” I tell him, running the blade gently down the side of his face, just letting him feel the cold steel while I fuck with his mind.

I run the tip of the blade down his bare chest, splitting the skin like butter. He screams out as blood flows like a steady rain. I once told Titan that if I ever found this fucker, I was going to make him pay in pounds of flesh. And I’m a man of my word.