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“You can’t have her, Sol.” I flick my eyes in Ben’s direction before dismissing him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Scarlett Day. A woman like Scarlett loves the light.
I watch Scarlett out of the corner of my eye. A delicious mix of confusion, concern, and satisfaction swirl on her face over the news. Her last emotion makes my cock swell with need. My little angel is more savage than she looks. I love her innocence, but her darkness is what calls to me. Jacques Baron’s death was a gift from me to her,
My little muse is my addiction, and her voice is my drug. If there is a cure to my madness, I don’t want it. I’d rather welcome blissful oblivion.
“Are you my demon of music? Or the Phantom of the French Quarter?” No, he’s a figment of my imagination, is what he is. My eyes widen when he opens his mouth. “I am your Sol.”
“You’re my pretty little muse, Scarlett. I worship your voice. Your body, mind, and soul are no different.” “Even the darkness in my mind?” I ask, not sure why it matters if my phantom accepts my madness. “Especially your darkness.”
I tried the concoction last Halloween. It’s cloyingly sweet, just like her. Except I’ve witnessed the dark side she possesses. It was only once, but that night changed everything, sparking my obsession. Ever since, I’ve craved to learn everything about my angel of music. I desperately need to know if her darkness matches mine.
Is her smile for him, or the pillowy powdered donut that Rand Chatelain is currently wiping from her lips with his fucking thumb? “Quit growling, you beast.
“Okay, but why do you know so much about me?” “Because you are everything,” he answers simply.
What am I supposed to do when you beg me to make you come? Should I have left you there, keening and moaning my name with no release? I helped you come using your own fingers because even though it was agony not being able to give you that release myself, I could never deny you anything you need.
“Tell me, my pretty little muse. Tell me how I’m supposed to deny you when you beg me to make you come?”
“I’m not good, little muse. My obsession with you is the only pure thing about me. Never forget that I’m your demon of music, Scarlett. You can’t expect me to behave like a gentleman when you beg like my whore.”
“Mmm… yes. When I told the boutique owner to send their finest, this was exactly what I envisioned. Heads will roll if they stare at what’s mine for too long, but goddamn am I a lucky bastard for getting to look at you all night.”
My heart races at the stranger’s arrival, not to mention how harsh Sol’s tone was. It makes me realize how gentle he’s been with me.
Scarlett with that perpetually shocked look on her face that I’ve grown to crave. Spoiling my little muse is so goddamn satisfying.
“So wet for me, pretty muse. Do you want my cock to fill you up?”
“You’ve never been filled before, have you, belle muse?” “No. Never. You’re the one I want first.” He growls against my lips. “This is your only warning, Scarlett. I won’t settle for ‘first.’ I’ll be your only. Nothing less.”
“You are my moonlight,” I whisper against her shoulder in a kiss. “And you are my midnight,” she murmurs back,
“What’re we doing today? It’s a Sunday, so I don’t have class.” She chuckles against my neck. “Will you even let me go to class tomorrow?” We. That’s the first thing I hear.
The way she’s already so quickly referring to us as a plurality makes it easier to answer for tomorrow. “If you feel happy and healthy, like you do right now, then I’ll let you go.”
“Done? Oh, no, ma jolie petite muse. I’ll never be done with you.”
“God help anyone who hurts the woman Sol Bordeaux loves.”
“Yes. I’m so sorry! I lied. I could never hate you. I need you.”
“Your demon loves it when you beg for him, mon amour.” He bites my earlobe, making me cry out, before kneeling and meeting my eyes. “Now sing for me.”
He squeezes me harder before whispering into my ear, “Never leave me, Scarlett. I couldn’t bear it.”
After I watched him leave through my mirror, I looked around my room feeling… empty. I miss the life Sol breathes into the air around me. His voice, his laugh, his touch, I’m already addicted.
“Why do you insist on hating me, Scarlett? Why do you insist on seeing me as the enemy when all I’ve done is protect you?” “Not protect me.” She shakes her head. “You manipulated me.” “I encouraged you.” “You owned me.” “I love you.”
My breath heaves in my chest as he lifts my chin to turn my face toward the light before growling. “Who the fuck hurt you, little muse?”
“Now I can give you the sunlight.”
