Lust (Prey #2)

by Carmen Rosales

“You’re right. I am in a mood, but it has to do with me not being inside of you. I want you on my bed with your legs spread out while I decide which way I’m going to fuck you with my tongue and then how I’m going to feed my dick to your pussy.”

No one touches you except us.” His eyes darken and I see the evil that lurks inside of him. “No one, Gia. I’m the one that gets his hands dirty if someone touches you. Your moans and screams are for us.”

Whatever we had—is over. They broke me. He broke me. They deceived me. I’m trapped.

“If you show indifference, it drives people crazy because they see that they couldn’t break you. Even if you care, don’t show it because they feed off of it. They feed off the fear of emotion. It will be hard at first, but then like everything, it becomes normal. In their world, hurting people and not caring about how it made them feel is normal to them. If you let it eat you up, it will destroy you.”

“You’ll get over it when the next chick is on her knees worshiping your cock like you’re a god.”

Life isn’t a fairy tale you make up in your head or read in a book. Things happen. People use you. They try to break you. But one thing I have learned is that’s the nature of the beast. Evil doesn’t die. It morphs throughout time.

I may be a pawn in everyone’s eyes. But there is one thing I learned from playing chess with an elderly man when I used to volunteer at a group home back in Wisconsin. He once told me a pawn well placed is more powerful than a king.

It’s fucked up. It’s dark and twisted, but that’s how I am, dark. And I love the taste of sin. Her body is my sacramental bread, and the taste of her pussy is like fine wine. Gianna belongs to Dravin, but she is also mine. Even if she thinks we don’t want her.

she is looking up at me like I'm her God, and she is praying for me to take her to heaven. But the only place I know is the way is to hell. The burning flames I create when you cross the gate of the underworld. The underworld of sex, lust, and every dirty fucking fantasy a cock and pussy can make. Heaven is for white picket fences, husbands mowing the grass on Sundays after boring vanilla sex, and wives taking their kids to play dates with other moms from the PTA.

"Be my little bad girl. Show me how much you hate me, Jess."

"I'm gonna fuck you hard, princess. I want you to ride my cock like you hate me. Or maybe you really hate me. But that's the best part, the part you'll love the most when I make you come so good, making you forget whatever it is you're trying to forget."

I notice she is still wearing the necklace I gave her. It is usually reserved for the sons of the founding families or their wives. She’s mine in my eyes and there will never be another. It’s her or nothing.

“If I catch you around another man that I don’t approve of, I’m going to make you pay, Jess. I’m going to fuck you so hard I’ll ruin you for anyone else. The only cock you will be begging for is mine.”

“I want you, Jess. I want you so much. Come on my cock, baby, it’s all yours. I want to feel you milking me.”

Gia, I would search the world if you were lost. I would ask the stars for guidance. The moon to be the light in the dark and the sun to shine bright, knowing it would all lead me to find you. Love, Dravin

“You are in hell. You’re just my heaven.”

“If you only knew how much it hurts me that I can’t marry you. I want you so badly that I’d gladly live in my brother’s shadow if it meant I could have you in any way. I’ll sacrifice myself so that you never have to look at the man you marry and know that he slept with another person while being with you as your husband. He won’t allow it, and neither will I. I’ll be the sacrifice for your happiness.”

“Don’t cry, our little Raven. If he gets your heart, I want your soul, and your body is our playground. You’re perfect.”

I desired her as if she were my next breath. I’ll always want her.

He only sacrifices for the things and people he loves. He will gladly be the villain in her eyes as long as she sees me as the god in hers.

“If you play in hell, you get fucked over by the devil. God has no room here. He checked out a long time ago.”

“We had her cremated. The necklace he gave you when you thought it was me—her ashes are inside the crow. She is with you, and she will help you see the light in your moment of darkness. You carried a part of her inside you. It is only right you carry a part of her with you, always and forever.”

“They say there are only two halves to a heart, but ours isn’t like that. Ours has three parts, like the pieces of a magnet coming together. See, we are your two halves, one on the left and one on the right. When you first draw it on paper, it starts in the middle. The beginning of the left and right always unites us in the center. Without you, we are never whole. With you, we are complete. The center is you and will always be you. ”

Gia, There are so many stories of happily ever afters—plenty of books written about them. You probably have a favorite. Mine would be the one I want to create with you, the love story you can't find on paper, in a poem, or a book. It's the one no one could ever find because this one is ours. Love, Draven

Fuck with what’s mine, and I’ll destroy it. I’ll lift the world and drop it on their fucking heads.