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“You’re not even paying attention,” she mumbles. “What? Want one, too?”
Now that she mentions it.
“Yes.”
We share a look.
“What?” she asks for confirmation.
All I do is offer her the knife. Her eyes go to the knife, to my confident expression, and back to the knife.
“Exactly the same?” she offers.
“Exactly the same,” I assure her. “And don’t pass out until Arlo gets here.”
“You’re actually gonna call him?”
“We both can’t die of blood loss,” I offer in amusement.
She huffs and proceeds to giggle.
“Maybe you’re right.”
Before she can begin, I reach out and lift her chin, so she’s forced to acknowledge my sudden closeness.
Without hesitation, I lower my lips first on the carved flesh, coating my lips with her blood.
Then, I lift my head and lay my lips upon hers.
It feels like some sort of blood ritual when you think of it, but maybe that’s exactly what this madness is.
The beginning of our downfall.
“By the end of this, I want you to be as tainted as we are,” I vow against her lips as my eyes bore into hers. “As cunning, diabolical, sinister, and merciless. I want the world to quiver at the sight of you and for them to realize you’re just as ruthless as us… if not more.”
I see her questioning if it’s possible, but she never pulls away.
She wears her blood on her lips like a layer of promise.
“That’s my oath to you, Ruthless Maiden. When you’ve reached that worthy spot of rank in this world of carnage, I’ll be the first to acknowledge you as our Queen.” I kiss her left cheek. “To bow and abide to your commands.” I kiss her right cheek. “To seek vengeance on anyone who dared leave scars on your immaculate flesh.”
When I kiss her this time, it’s not soft. It’s fierce with hunger and need, enough that she has to break it to get a hint of oxygen.
“I don’t vow to be your knight in shining armor. Instead, let me be the Joker to you, my Sweet Harley Quinn.” I press my forehead against hers. “Only I’d never let you get away from my grasp, Dolcezza. That’s a promise I’ll most certainly never forget.”
Leaning back, I sit on my bed and offer my arm to her.
“I wonder who’s crazier,” she questions herself with the blade in hand.
My chuckle is the best answer to her question.
Because, truthfully, I don’t fucking know anymore.
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LOVE ME LIKE I’M YOUR LOVER
~GEMINI~
