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Orange Mask rises to his impressive height that nearly eats up the horizon, then slowly, too slowly, his head tilts in my direction. The neon stitches glow in the near darkness as eerie silence stakes its claim. My spine jerks when his rough, deep voice echoes in the air. “I know you’re hiding. Come out and I promise not to hurt you. Much.”
My thoughts are confirmed when he stares at me over his shoulder, his eyes still in tune with the night, tapering and shimmering with that mystic darkness. If anything, they appear more unhinged. “Come back when you’re ready to be fucked properly.”
“Stop that unless you’re ready to be fucked.”
She wants different? I’ll show her what different actually means.
“No wonder you like to be chased when you touch yourself this gently. How about I show you how it’s properly done, Lisichka?”
“Please kiss me.” I try to lift my head, but his grip on my jaw forbids it. “You want to kiss a monster?” “I never said I was normal.” “You’re so fucking annoying.” “Still, you’re here.” “That I am.” “Kiss me, then, Jeremy. Just—” My words are cut off when his lips slam against mine.
Instead, I take time to look around her room, the walls covered in manga pages like some edgy teenager. I move closer and study the names at the top of each, committing them to memory so that I can research what she likes to read.
You still search for me. Did you miss the part where I want to avoid you? I only read the part where you want to see me.
“You look so innocent, but that head of yours is a fucked-up place, Lisichka. My fucked-up place.”
I want to own you, Cecily, every part of you, what you show and what you hide beneath self-imposed shackles. I won’t stop until you’re fully, thoroughly, and undeniably mine.”
“You,” he says, then pulls the trigger.
“I’m right here.” “I know.” She sits up and fists her hand in my shirt. “I felt you. When I was being swarmed away, I felt you. I heard your voice and even smelled you. Usually, no one hears me screaming for help in my head, but you did.”
“I’m not your property, Jeremy. I’m a person.” “My person,” he nearly growls the words.
kiss her with unbounded hunger. I kiss her as I’ve never kissed anyone before. Before her, any physical intimacy with the opposite sex was merely to satiate a need. With Cecily, she is the need. It’s not about fucking, owning, or release. It’s about her and her intoxicating scent. It’s about how she melts in my arms when I kiss her.
“I’m not a nice man, Cecily. I won’t pretend otherwise, or I’d be doing you and myself a disservice. What I am, however, is someone who’ll slaughter your demons one by one until you’re finally free of them. I’ll touch your scars until you normalize them and can live with them, because they’re part of what makes you who you are.”
“What if…what if…we’d never met?” “We would’ve sooner or later.” “How do you know?” “You were always meant to be mine, Cecily.”
There will be no trouble if you keep Eli away from my Ava. One of these days, I’ll get something on him. I have people working on it. Aiden Good luck trying, you poor cunt.
“Jeremy,” I whisper and kiss his lips. “Jeremy, Jeremy, Jeremy.” “Fuck, Cecily. You’re going to be the death of me.” “Just like you’re going to be mine.” “Tell me you love me.” “I love you, Jeremy,” I murmur. “Am I the only one you love?” “Only you.” I touch his cheek, melting when he leans into my touch. “Do you love me?” “I’m fucking crazy about you, Lisichka. I love you more than words can express.”

