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You choose this, you choose everything I am, every twisted, deranged, obsessed part of me. You choose this, and I will never fucking let you go. Do you understand?” Her eyes fluttered close. “I do.”
After a lifetime of looking at cracked ceilings and peeling paint while pieces of her were ripped from her, he had given her a ceiling of beautiful stars and slowly put the pieces back together again. He had touched her soul.
"After I ran away… there was too much bleeding. They had to operate on me." He studied her quietly. "And how do you feel about that?" His favorite question to ask her—how she felt about anything. She shrugged. "I was kind of grateful I wouldn't bring another child into that hell." He didn't say anything for a long minute. "You know, it was your determination to save him that night that fascinated me. The way you trusted me to take him even though I could see it was killing you. It intrigued me."
“And Dainn?” she questioned. “Only you know that, flamma,”
“You’re the only one who knows my name, flamma,” he spoke, his words brushing her lips. “The only one who knows me as the devil I truly am. And seeing you here, willing and trusting, is the only time I come close to feeling something.” Lyla breathed through her nose as his words both settled over her and saddened
“Will you ever love me?” she gave voice to the deepest, rawest desire of her heart. He simply looked at her, curious from what she could sense. “What is love to you?” The question gave Lyla pause. What was love to her? What did she actually want when she wanted to be loved? She didn’t know love, had never felt it, experienced it except for the son she’d sacrificed, and that love was different. Or was it? Was all love not the same, sprouting from the same source? “I think it’s feeling safe,” she told him after a long moment of thinking, a moment where he patiently waited for the answer.
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“What does love mean for you?” she asked, curious and cautious. His head dipped down, pressing a soft, almost gentle kiss to her lips, the upside-down position of their mouths making it an experience she’d not experienced before. An inch away after kissing her, he spoke against her mouth. “If there was any love in this world of mine, Lyla, it would be you.” Her heart stopped. “Dainn,” she whispered, knowing this wasn’t something he would just say casually, knowing it meant something. “I am darkness.” He kissed her softly. “I live it, I breathe it, I am it. There is no redemption, no emotion,
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“Not with you.” She rubbed her nose over his heart. His hand came to her hair, pulling her head back, as he looked down at her intently. “There will never be anyone else.” “Even if I choose another?” she asked, just to provoke him. His hand on her head flexed, the possession in his eyes so intense it sent her heart fluttering. “If you ever choose another, make sure you kill me first. Because I—” he bent to whisper against her lips “—will annihilate the fucking world before I let you go.”
For two months, she had learned to trust him, learned to let go, and she had received only pleasure for it. He’d made it his life’s mission to replace her horrors with happiness, the demons in her past with the devil in her present.
That’s what his life had been like—endless winter with no warmth in sight, and somehow he had accepted the frost into himself. And she, that night he had been about to deliver a death, had instead delivered life in his hands, trusting him with her most precious possession.
Trust was power, the power to make or break someone. And in that moment, having never tasted that kind of emotional power before, he had been stunned.
She didn’t know this, but she had been his purpose for six years, all his plans, all his actions, everything centered around her.
She was the sun in the endless dark abyss of the universe, a ball of fire so bright she made everything revolve around herself without even trying, and anything that didn’t was lost to float away and die. And he? He was the endless, dark abyss they died in, the one that surrounded her, the one that let her blaze.
“Just like your hair tie,” he’d murmured with his lips against her neck. “When you feel that insecurity, touch this, remind yourself who claimed you, remind yourself of the last six years and how I never let you go once, and ask yourself if you ever think I’d let you go now. The world could tilt on its axis, flamma, and I’d still be the most certain thing in your life.” A soft kiss. “You’re the oxygen that feeds my flames—without you, my existence is questionable.”
“I had this house built for you. You'll always have a place to go that is only yours.”
“This—” he handed her the second document “—is a marriage license, officially declaring you Mrs. Blackthorne. So you own everything I own, and you can go anywhere in the world and have a name.”
After long, long minutes of kissing, she pulled back, her lips swollen, her eyes shining. “I think I’m in love with you.” He brushed his nose against hers, his eyes soft on her. “I know that you are.”
"With you, I would," she told him like always. "There would never be anyone else," he promised as always.
“And why did you kill him?” she kept on, ignoring the thoughts in her head. He slid her a glance. “He took something from me.”
Whatttt…?
re: i think he's talking about killing 5057?
“Would you let anyone see me like that?” she asked, curious about how his possessiveness could handle that. His dark chuckle washed over her. “I could fuck you raw with the whole world watching, Lyla. Watching from afar, knowing they couldn’t have you, couldn’t even touch you, that you were all mine to play with as I pleased. But I wouldn’t let you come. That is for my eyes only.”
“What I had before wasn’t sex. It was cruelty and it was cold. Being used, being displayed, being touched, everything was humiliating. I didn’t know it could be different, that I could feel different, until you. You showed me sex was deeper. It’s a way to connect to someone you care about. You breathed life back into me, and at this point, I—” she rotated her hips, their lips inches apart, seeing the effect her words had on him “—trust you to do whatever you want with me, knowing I will always be safe in the end.”
A man with nothing to lose was the most dangerous creature on this earth. And as long as she breathed, he had something to lose, something to long, something to live for.
“You invited the devil to play, don’t beg for mercy when he shows up.”
“And one of them killed the other. There’s only one in power now.”
Who is this one ? Is it vin? But i don't think so , also i don't think Ru will use betrayal once again caz vin wasn't emphasised that muchhhh that it can be him. And mostly because i don't want vin to be the traitor , i like him just fine !
She could ask him to do anything and he would, and he wondered if she even realized half the power she had over him.
“He’s an older guy,” the man began. “I haven’t met him but his user account was ‘thesyndicater03’. He was interested in Zenith. Wanted her bad.”
Who the hell is syndicter03…?
He didn’t know if the tightness in his chest was what she called love, but he knew if there was an alternate reality where he could feel like normal people did, he would love her. His main motive now was to never let her long for that alternate version of himself.
The Morning Star Home
Gothikana…!!!!
“I don’t know. They called her 5057.
but 5057 is zenith …???
There is no reality where you and I exist that we don’t end up exactly where we are now. None.”
was a Syndicater at the time.”
Fuck!! It means they took his mother … and he's the rel heir of syndicter!!! FUCK !
“I am the prince of this hell in every way. Fitting, isn’t it?”
'You have all the time in the world, Lyla. Heal yourself first.'
Cruelty always cut the hand striking the blade.
"Luna Caine," a man's deep voice, evil voice said over the line. "The bane of my existence for twenty years."
Wtf !!! Syndicter03 ??? Who the hell is he???
"What are you feeling?" She locked their eyes in the mirror's reflection, provoking him. "Imagine that I'm leaving you." She saw his body stiffen. "Imagine that this is the last time you'll touch me." His eyes blazed. "Imagine that you can't do anything to stop it. Think of that, and how pissed you'd be. Would you even be angry?" "I don't know if it'll be anger," he stated softly. "But if that ever happened, there would be absolute annihilation."
"Dainn?" Fuck, her voice still made his body vibrate with sensations. "I love you."
He wasn't a believer, but she was his miracle.
It felt wrong to say that. Love was light, love was beautiful, love was pure. What he felt was dark, obsessive, deviant, and utterly possessive. He would kill for her, as he always had, and he would die for her, if need be. He would slay her demons and give her the sword to slay them if she wanted. He would hold her close and protect her from anything wanting to tarnish her being.
Where she loved him with all her light, he possessed her with all his shadows. That's why she was his.
She loves creating universes and setting them on fire.
