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He’s out to possess, own, and keep me.
that I suppose are used for surveillance. A
Red Mask’s fingers circle a baseball bat that’s resting nonchalantly on his shoulder. Green Mask is holding a bow and has arrows with rubber points in a quiver that’s slung over his back. White Mask strokes a huge chain that’s draped around his hands like a snake. Orange Mask’s gloved hand rests on top of a metal golf club that’s propped on the ground. Yellow Mask has no weapon at all, but his fists are balled.
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.”
Which is probably why I’ve been hung up on Landon since secondary school. It’s not only because of that conversation I had with him back then; it’s also because I found out he’s into the same kink as me.
“So this is how good girls like you get off. Does being used in the middle of the night like a worthless fuckable hole turn you on, Lisichka?”
He’s watching me, but he might as well be looking through me.
“And yet you didn’t use your safe word.” My lips part. He’s right. I…didn’t. “I…forgot about it,” I say, refusing to think it’s because of something else. “I think you didn’t. Deep down, you didn’t want me to stop. You looked awfully disappointed when I did.”
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.”
She wasn’t offering herself for me, but I took her anyway.
Landon might have thought he could use her against me, but it’ll be the exact opposite. That dull, maybe not so dull, person has gotten herself the worst type of attention. Mine.
Only I am allowed to do that.
My cock twitches and strains against my jeans. Her taste, the flavor of her tongue, the way she slowly melts in my hold boils my blood.
“You’re not a prude if you like being chased in dark places.”
“I know a lot of things about him, and his darkness. I know his preferred methods to purge and his twisted relationship with art and his family. I don’t like him because I have rosy misconceptions about him. I like him because he’s different.”
“No wonder you like to be chased when you touch yourself this gently. How about I show you how it’s properly done, Lisichka?”
My father’s love languages are protecting us, slaughtering our demons for us, and making sure no one bothers us. But since I grew into my role as his heir, the slaughtering demons part is exclusive to Annika. In fact, I’ve joined him in that endeavor. We’re Mom’s and Annika’s guardian angels.
How did you know I was in class? I know everything about you. Are you still…stalking me? Are you still looking behind your back to search for me?
I’m not searching for you. I just want to see you so I can avoid you.
Lies.
“You look so innocent, but that head of yours is a fucked-up place, Lisichka. My fucked-up place.”
“You’re addictive. I want to break you.” Thrust. “Own you.” Thrust. “Mark you.”
She called me by that fucker’s name.
Yo thats wild.
The wisest thing to do under the circumstances is to drop the subject, ignore her as 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.
He clears his throat. “She looked worried and had tears in her eyes. Miss Knight, I mean.”
But it took my beast one taste to develop an obsession with her.
Fuck me. I want to do bad things to this girl.
“Because your darkness calls to mine. I want to unleash that repressed part of you and toy with it, with you, like when I smeared your innocence all over my cock. 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 look fine the way you are.”
“If that label makes you feel at ease, go right ahead. I have no fucks to give.”
“I remember every nook of your body and can guess the size.” Her lips tremble, but she murmurs, “You’re really impossible.” “So you keep telling me. You need to learn that I don’t give a fuck about what’s considered normal or socially acceptable. If I want something, I will have it.”
I will find him. I will make him regret fucking with her.
Cecily might be a toy, but she’s my fucking toy and no one is allowed to touch her. Hurt her. Or engrave a permanent scar inside her.
She chose me. Or did she?
Pretty sure she did choose you even if she don't know it yet.
I actually don’t want to hurt her.
“I’m the last person you should feel safe around, Cecily.”
“But I do.” “Despite everything I do to you?” “I wanted that. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have come here every day.”
“I’m not your property, Jeremy. I’m a person.” “My person,” he nearly growls the words. “Next time you let anyone touch you, I’ll fuck you in their blood and make you come all over their corpse.”
“Do you want to be in a relationship?” Her lips part the slightest bit, but that’s enough of a sign. “What?” “You were jealous of Maya, and you apparently need a label to put your busy brain at ease. Will being in a relationship satisfy you?”
“Watch that mouth.”
Yes sir. Lol.
“You love the ride.”
She definitely does.
No, she wants my affection. She wants more from me. Me.
The fact that I actually struggled to peel her warmth off me and leave is bothersome and downright annoying.
He damn right know he likes it.
“That girl you touched belongs to me, and do you know what I do to people who look at, let alone hurt, what’s mine? I make them wish for death.”
I’m not sure if I like that side of her. Fuck it. I do. Just not when she’s using it to get away from me.
I don’t share. Everything about you is mine.
“Like he can’t get enough of you and wants more, more, and everything.”
That guy is so obsessed with you, he beat that bloke for daring to touch you.”
Have you tried to understand why he did that last night?” “Because they talked to me and touched me and he needs to protect his ownership.” “He did it because your safety and mental state are important to him.
“I was saying, have you heard the news?” Ava asks from her position on my right. “What news?” “Jonah turned himself in for drug acquisition and assaulting a minor.”
He was also the first person who gave me courage not only to pursue my fantasy, but also to not be ashamed of it. He opened my heart, my world, and made me feel pretty again. I liked wearing some skirts, shorts, and revealing stuff when we were alone, because he looked at me like I was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
