Waves of pleasure wrack my body, and I cum harder than I ever have before. Lightness and love roll over me as I pump my essence into Greta, exorcizing the last of my demons. She takes my darkness and shatters it with light as her legs wrap around me and our bodies tremble together.
We fall exhausted onto the bed, and Greta rolls into my arms. Her silky hair falls over my face, and her warm body snuggles into mine.
I can’t believe I denied myself this for so long. But I also know it could only be Greta. Greta found me in the woods that night, and now she’s bought me back to life.
I woke this morning a dark monster, but I fall asleep in Greta’s arms a happy man.
14
LORENZO
The golden glow of morning sunlight causes my eyes to flicker open. There’s a warm feeling in my chest like it’s expanded, and I can breathe properly for the first time in years. A smile tugs at my lips as I remember last night. Greta’s golden touch that illuminated every dark corner of my heart and set it on fire.
The feelings of release that weren’t just physical. It was a purge of my soul. I felt the darkness leave my body to be replaced by Greta’s warm light of love.
I see a clear future now with Greta by my side. A way to be a better man.
I roll over in bed and reach my arm out for her. It hits cold sheets and I sit up on my elbows, my eyes snapping open.
The sheets are rumpled where Greta should be. Strands of her golden hair adorn the pillow, but she’s not in the bed.
I sit up fully, letting the sheets fall off my torso. Until last night, no one had seen my body in ten years, and it feels strange to expose my broken flesh. But with Greta, I feel safe. She’s seen the worst of me, and she accepts me for who I am.
“Greta,” I call. But there’s no answer. She’s probably in the bathroom.
I rub my hand over my stubble, and my fingertips tingle at the roughness. Since Greta’s touch, my senses have been heightened. I long to touch her again, to run my hands over her smooth body and silky hair.
But I should get up and shower. There are arrangements to be made to move Greta here permanently and a conversation I need to have with my brother.
I crawl to the door of the cage and pull. But the metal doesn’t budge.
I try again, yanking the bars until they rattle. But the door remains locked.
She tricked me.
Betrayal flares in my heart.
I made myself vulnerable for the first time in my life to the one woman I thought I could trust. I showed her the monster within, thinking she was the salve for my darkness.
But it was too much to hope.
I told her about my criminal family. She saw the men beaten up in the vault, and when she saw the lacerations on my body, it must have confirmed to her that I’m a monster. She must have been terrified. Scared enough to give herself to me to appease me. Give herself to the monster and escape while he sleeps.
Anger courses through my veins. Anger at myself for being so stupid. I’m furious with myself for letting my guard down, for how vulnerable Greta makes me.
My knuckles turn white as I grip the bars.
Every dark thought rages in my head.
I let her in, I let her see all of me, and it was a mistake. I’ll always be the monster in the woods. Best kept hidden away out of sight lest he corrupts someone as innocent as Greta.
And yet…what we shared last night felt real.
When we joined together, it was like our souls coupling. She shed tears for me. She used the word love.
Tears of pity…
The darkness whispers.
