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“Being on your knees is highly recommended indeed. Now, should we begin?”
Fuck you. I’m a King, and we don’t get told what to do. Despite the fear that paralyzes my limbs, my gaze clashes with his and I hate the look in them. The way he seems to think a part of me is enjoying this. So I bite down on his dick. Hard.
“I’m Annika Volkov, by the way. You can call me Anni or Anne. Just not Nika.” “I’m Ava Nash. A cellist. I study classical music at the School of Arts and Music.” “Cecily Knight. Psychology major.”
A disaster might or might not kill you, princess. But being terrified of it would definitely finish you.
But all monsters look beautiful from afar. It’s up close that the ugliness shows.
“All humans are prone to violence. I just have better control over it.”
“The world won’t function correctly if all of us are emotional, morally right creatures. There needs to be a balance, or else there’ll be chaos.”
“You can’t entice a predator with prey and ask him to go hungry.”
Repress. Repress. I chant the words in my head for the millionth time tonight, because I swear to fuck this seemingly normal, innocent, fucking boring-on-paper girl might not be boring or normal, after all.
And that, ladies and gentleman, is the first time I’ve thought about kissing someone before I’ve even fucked them.
“Don’t look so surprised. Told you, my superpower is mind reading.”
My being is a condensation of atoms and molecules, a homogenous, perfect combination of my parents’ genes that formed a human being who’s unable to relate to humanity.
“The cigarette hanging from your lips testifies otherwise.” I pull it from my lips and hold it in the light of the fireflies. “It’s a habit I use to keep my hands busy.” “Does that mean you’ll quit if you want to?” “I’ll quit if you take their place and keep my lips and hands busy.”
“Fireflies or bodies, whatever floats first.” “Your dark sense of humor is really on another level.”
“Don’t worry. I won’t fuck you tonight.” “Wow. Thanks.”
“Seriously, talking to you is like speaking to an evil robot.” “Evil robot, huh?” “Yeah, you know, the ones who get destroyed at the end of sci-fi films.” “You mean the ones whose red eyes flash in the last second of the movie, signaling their return?” “You shouldn’t be proud of being evil.” “That’s the thing, baby. I don’t see myself as evil.”
“No, I don’t. I just see myself as neutral. Instead of black, white, or gray. I’m colorless.” “You’re an entity. You can’t be colorless.” She huffs. “You’re just black.” “Black?” “Yeah, I give people colors and you’re definitely black, like your soul, heart, and that disturbing head of yours.” I stare at her for a beat and then smile. Jesus.
I want to own her, even though I have no fucking clue what owning people is all about.
She’s a stubborn, hotheaded little shit, and I’m here for every fucking second of it.
“Trying is free. Succeeding isn’t, peasant.”
If by worried, you mean I’m commissioning a voodoo doll with your name on it to stab it to death, decapitate it, and watch the tendons snap, then sure, I’m sick with worry.
“What are you now, my father?” “Shouldn’t that be frowned upon in your moral code, considering I plan to fuck you?” I choke on my own spit and Annika grins like an idiot. “Never mind me, guys. Think of me as a wallflower.”
“I hate you.” “Let me search for the fucks I have to give.” He pretends to study his surroundings. “See? None.”
“I’m going to kill you.” “I’ll kiss you in the meantime.”
“Killian Carson, Glyndon’s boyfriend. You?”
“By the way, where should we go later?” “Why do we have to go anywhere?” “Because we’re dating, or whatever label you want to put on it. In essence, that means you’re mine.” She releases an exasperated sigh.
“Listen here, you motherfucker.” Killian’s clipped voice makes my stomach drop. “I have zero fucks to give about all your golden-boy actions, but touch what’s mine and I’ll make sure you pay the price tenfold. You know that, I know that, and your remaining functioning neurons will know that, too, before I knock them the fuck out. I’m well aware of what you’re trying to do and it’s not going to work, so how about you tuck your tail where it belongs, hmm?”
“That wasn’t a compliment.” “My genius neurons and I choose to take it as one.”
“If one day, I choose someone else over you, will you let me go?” “I’d slice their throat, make you watch then claim you in their blood.”
I love it when she glares. It’s my Glyndon’s love language.
My own angel.
“You’re impossible. Do you know that?” “Of course I do. That sentence is your everyday mantra.”
“I never had a girlfriend. Until you, of course. Though I prefer the terms my girl, my woman, mine that you still haven’t voiced, by the way.”
Go fuck a corpse, and while you’re at it, turn into one before I find you.
She’s really my custom-made angel, my Glyndon.
“I’ll make sure you always choose me as much as I choose you.”
“You don’t smoke anymore,” she announces out of the blue. “I said I’d quit if you’d keep my lips and hands occupied, and I keep my word, baby.” “You…really quit because of me?” “Sure did. Second-hand smoke is a serious threat to your health.” “You’re more of a serious threat to my health.”
“Next time you say what I’m offering is not enough, I want you to remember this view. I want you to remember how every part of you is fucking mine
He’ll fuck me, catch me before I fall, and kiss my forehead, but he’ll never love me. And I will always want him to.
I lean over and whisper, “I’m yours.” His nostrils flare and a muscle clenches in his jaw. “Repeat that.” “I’m yours, Killian. I think I’ve been yours since we first met.”
