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Thrilling. I know he’s on my tail. I can feel him, smell his leather and wood scent with my fear.
But I don’t stop. Don’t look behind me.
A strong hand grips me by the wrist and pulls me back, then releases me as fast as it caught me.
“Caught you.”
The knife. He cut my jeans and underwear with his knife.
as he slashes my hoodie and my bra from behind like he’s cutting through butter.
“You look so innocent, but that head of yours is a fucked-up place, Lisichka. My fucked-up place.”
This is the feeling I’ve always yearned for; the abandon of losing control and allowing someone else to do everything. To take. And take.
I’m the beast and you’re my prey, his eyes tell me. Don’t let me be a coward or allow me to escape, must be what I’m communicating back.
how harshly he takes me. I don’t want him to take it easy on me.
“You’re addictive. I want to break you.” Thrust. “Own you.” Thrust. “Mark you.”
chasing crimson red off his lips with his tongue. My blood. He’s marked me fully, thoroughly. It’s painful, it’s erotic. It’s wrong.
But feels absolutely right.
God, I’m so ashamed of how much I loved my first time.
This man has been in my life for a short amount of time, but he’s already corrupting me. He’s making me wish and think of things that should’ve never seen the light of day.
I can feel Jeremy’s presence beside me. It’s impossible to ignore the suffocating intensity radiating off him.
What does that make me if I enjoy it?
Only Jeremy would be able to make someone uncomfortable in their own skin with a mere glance.
“So fucking breakable, Lisichka. I love how sensitive you are,” he muses, tone slightly amicable.
“You have no idea how much I want to eat you up, bleed your porcelain skin and swallow you whole.”
“I crave your innocence, your fear, and your pain.”
“I’ve been fantasizing about bruising and marking this skin while you shattered around my cock and screamed and whimpered because it was too much. But here’s the twist. You love it when it gets too much.”
“I can tell you do. Your green eyes become the color of the forest at night, all dark and needy with dangerous lust. You fought me, but it wasn’t so you could push me away. It was to drag out the beast you saw in me. You hunger for that beast, don’t you, Lisichka?”
“That beast hungers for you, too. That’s why I couldn’t control it earlier or control me. I fucked you like an animal because I felt like one. I wanted to overpower and claim you. To bruise, bite, choke, and mark this translucent skin. My blood boiled and my beast yearned for it, which is why I didn’t use a condom. I needed to feel your blood coating my cock as I claimed your innocence. And I’ve never fucked without a condom before. That’s a first for both of us.”
“I’ll fuck you again, Cecily,” he announces with authoritative firmness. “I’ll take your cunt over and over until there’s nothing left for that motherfucker Landon.”
“Lan…” is the last thing on my mind right now.
The fact remains, I’ve now satisfied my curiosity and we can both move on with our lives, right? Wrong.
Because he’s dangerous and you should stay away from him, is what my mind has been telling me.
Jeremy isn’t impulsive. I know he plots things to a fault, has a methodical character, and wouldn’t have turned murderous on me just because it was on the spur of the moment.
Turns out, he was actually done with me, and now, I should get over it and move on.
I snatch it, my heart thundering back to life. God, why am I like this? Why do I have to have this reaction every time anyone texts me?
“W-what happened to Jeremy?” “That’s none of your concern. Leave before I make you.” I grab the metal of the gate. “Tell me what happened to Jeremy.”
If he’s hurt because of what I’ve done, if something has happened to him due to my recklessness, I’ll never forgive myself.
Oh, God. What have I done?
Miss Knight showed up at the gate. She asked the front guard about Miss Volkov and then about you.”
Also, what the fuck is Cecily playing at now?
We weren’t lovers and I don’t even like her. I only fucked her because we both cater to the depravity of pretending to be primal strangers in the dark.
I simply was not allowing another predator besides me to touch her.
My courtesy should’ve stopped the moment I carried her to the house. But no, I went to further lengths.
I have no fucking clue what came over me when I warmed water and wiped her from head to toe. I massaged her muscles, too, especial...
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I was so ready to claim her again, strap my mark on her, and forbid her from leaving.
She called me by that fucker’s name. She was probably dreaming about him and wishing he were the one who’d chased and fucked her like an animal, per her initial plan.
I’ve been attempting to the past couple of days, but the fucker of a beast who has been craving her since that first taste refuses to let go.
“She looked worried and had tears in her eyes. Miss Knight, I mean.”
Fuck if I care. That’s what I should say, and mean it, but I don’t.
The part where I should’ve erased her from my life as if she were never there in the first place. But it took my beast one taste to develop an obsession with her.
“She was most likely worried about Annika,” I say. “I don’t think so.” “That’s not important right now.”
The name on the screen shouldn’t be there. It should’ve been deleted, but it wasn’t. I shouldn’t have been reading and rereading her last text about the manga that I stole from her room that night.
It’s that fucking obsession that I can’t shake.
Why the fuck would she act so worried when she’s obviously hung up on someone else?
