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For everyone who fights to find their peace.
“Well, you deserve to be spoiled. Your mother abandoned you and the people who took you in were cruel… none of them deserved my wonderful little girl.”
I was wild, out of control, mindless in my efforts. All I could think was, never again, never again, never again. He was never going to take me with him. I would never be that girl again.
I should have felt fear. A normal girl would have felt fear. But all I felt was hot, thick rage, like warm syrup on my tongue,
I was so sick and tired of these men. These sick men—and women, I suppose—being obsessed with the Demon…and with me. There were only four people on this planet that I wanted to be obsessed with me—the three assholes I was currently sleeping with—and I had that well and covered.
“And honestly, I’m a bit offended. Because if you’re going to be obsessed with me, you could have tried a bit harder. You couldn’t have dyed your hair? All you could muster up was some cheap spray paint? You’re a disappointment to crazy people everywhere.”
Just then, the door opened and Remington walked in carrying a tray loaded down with breakfast foods. There was even a fucking flower in a small vase on the tray…because evidently, threesomes were the way to his heart.
I was hungry…and the idea of my eggs benedict falling off the tray filled me with more fear than was probably good to admit.
But also…why was I wanting to throw Remington to the ground now and have my way with him? I couldn’t tell which of us had bigger issues.
Stellan shook his head in disgust before striding over to me, pulling me against him, and smashing his lips against mine. I fucking swooned.
“I’m not leaving you alone for a second. I can’t even get you breakfast without something happening. I’m just going to handcuff you to me so you can never be without me.” “You know, it says a lot about our relationship that I find the idea of being handcuffed to you hot,”
The lock disengaged on the door, and a second later, Cain was standing in the doorway…wearing those motherfucking grey sweatpants that showed off every inch of the anaconda I was now extremely familiar with. A little moan leached from my throat and he grinned, or should I say smirked. Cain didn’t really smile like a normal person. Every edge of his smile was laced with arrogance. It was half of his charm.
But I had a feeling Cain could see it, as he stared at me with his piercing gaze, the one that made you want to spit out all your secrets simply to see if he still loved you at the end.
Look at me, getting all deep after I murder someone.
“You three figure out what to do about that, and also how to get the blood off my floor because I kind of like this room and he’s honestly ruining the vibe I’ve built up in here.”
Cain stared at the ceiling like he was praying for patience. Except I wasn’t sure why he’d look up there to pray. We both knew his master was below him.
“It makes me hot, little devil, when you go all stabby on us,”
Sometimes I felt like a pack-a-day smoker around these guys, like they were so hot they were burning up my insides.
“Would it make you more mad if I told you that I almost always have cameras on you now? That I’m always watching you?”
“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he growled. “I fucking love your greedy pussy.”
“Am I the only fucking one who’s not going to be tasting Aurora this morning because I’m the only fucking one who seems to realize there’s a dead body in the fucking room?”
Sometimes…I still had trouble with the fact I was more the Demon’s daughter than I was Delilah…or anyone else.
I knew it was…necessary…but sometimes it still didn’t make sense in my head that I could be this fierce girl that slayed her enemies without remorse…who could throw a knife and embed it in the center of someone’s forehead…
It felt too tight across my bones. And there was a flutter in my stomach, a nervous flutter, like something inside me sensed we were on the precipice of…I didn’t know what. I only knew that it felt like something was coming. That there wasn’t going to be an end to the trouble I seemed to attract every day.
Only Remington could make an expedition to a pig farm to dispose of a body seem like a school field trip to the petting zoo. The boy had talent, that was for sure. I wasn’t sure what the talent exactly was… But he had it.
Perfect, now I was comparing being wet to body disposal.
I was a needy, mindless mess who could care less that I was getting fingered with a dead body in the row behind me. And I loved it.
Stellan was fucking me like his life depended on it, and Remington was trying to eat me alive.
“Look at you. You’re a fucking goddess handling both of their cocks. And you still want more. Like you were fucking made for us.”
No one ever talks about what having a huge pole shoved in your ass feels like afterwards. #worthit
God, my life was a dream. When it wasn’t a nightmare…
“It’s alright. Your parents just…love you. It would be nice if they loved you in a non-murdery, psychopathic way, but knowing you, I’m not terribly surprised.”
“I think we should forgive and forget,” I added, even as I was thinking that I would do neither.
But still…a pretty distraction. The pretty distraction who slept with him almost every night because we both had too much…everything…inside of us to sleep without an anchor to hold on to. Nothing but a pretty distraction!
I wondered if Paxton would ever stop disappointing me. And I hated myself for caring.
My own personal angel had found me after all.
I just needed her. And I hated that. Because needing someone was a weakness I’d never been lucky with in my life.
And Aurora, little by little, was becoming necessary to my existence…my sanity.
During the daylight, my confessions were kept under lock and key, but in the nighttime, I let them out. And I gave them to her. Because she was the only person who could understand that the scars we wear hidden under our skin are the worst ones. They’re the ones that do the most lasting damage, that dig into our souls and rip away at any good in us.
Because, despite the fact that I don’t deserve her, that I never will... I need Aurora to be mine.
Had he just admitted that I made him happy? After he tied me to a chair like a total psychopath?
“Are you serious? There’s something very wrong with all of you.” “Well, yes,” he admitted. “But that’s part of why you like us. You need someone as crazy as you are.”
These guys really were perverted. They were also my favorites anyway.
“Such a good girl. I’m going to cum in your mouth.”
“You might as well be the only woman in the room whether they’re here or not,” Cain said. It was so sweet I would’ve melted, and then Cain added, “Because I can never take my eyes off you…in case you drug my drink or stab me in the back.”
“My big cock is going to slide into your perfect fucking cunt, and I’m going to make you cum so hard you pass out,”
“First chance I get, you’re mine. Your sexy fucking lips are mine. Your perfect fucking pussy is mine. And your ass is mine.”
“You don’t think my ass is ‘fucking perfect?’ I gasped in mock outrage. “Most fucking perfect ass I’ve ever seen. And I’m sure it feels perfect too.” “I can attest to that,” offered Stellan,
“Be a good girl, so I can give you your prize tonight.”
“You’re going to let me fuck you. I can’t imagine a better prize.”
