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December 23, 2023 - January 5, 2024
She may look pure, but there’s dirt on her soul—a skeleton handcuffed to her wrist that she’s been forced to drag around for as long as she can remember.
And holy fucking hell, I want her. Want to break her body in half as I dive inside, filling her veins with my blood.
Even though this party is casual, he stands there in a three-piece suit—all black, the way I imagine his soul.
“Women have been lining up on my doorstep since word got around about my massive cock.”
Parents have that ability; they create you, and in return, you spend your whole life craving their approval, even if they don’t deserve it.
When all I can think about is fucking devouring her, crawling inside her skin and stitching myself into the walls of her being, grinding myself into dust and sprinkling it on her bones. All the ways I could destroy and leave my mark on her.
“Nothing’s always bad, right? If you look hard enough, you can find the good in anyone.”
“I can do whatever the fuck I want, baby. This is my castle, and I’m your goddamn king.”
I don’t want to mean anything to this man. Yet I want to mean everything.
“I don’t need your forgiveness. Don’t want it. All I want is your goddamn surrender.”
It doesn’t matter that having him home makes me feel safe, that him standing near me makes me want to climb him like a fucking tree.
Revenge be damned, I want to welcome the hurricane that is my husband. At this moment, if never again and never before, nothing else matters.
“You don’t have to ask, amore mio. At this point, I’d do anything for you. Spoken, unspoken, I don’t care. I want all the responsibility.” I shake my head, pulling the gun away. He knocks it from my hand, reaching to re-lock the safety before tossing it to the floor and grasping my face in his hands. “Why?” I squeak, terrified that I already know that it’s already over. “Because you’re worth it.”
I want to own her; for our souls to be so entwined, there’s no way they can ever be separated, but not at the expense of her goodness. Her innocence. Fuck me; I want to love her. I think I might already.
Caroline planted a garden in my soul, replacing the tar and darkness from before, flourishing with each passing day I spend with her and my daughter. My family.
