“Come on,” I demanded. Her eyes were wide, and she was shivering.
“You’re Wrath?” Her voice was so small and tight that I barely heard it. I took a deep breath and tensed. I reached my hand out.
“Yes. Now come on.”
She was hesitant, as she was still naked. I tried to relax, but I was still dealing with anger and frustration. I stormed over to her, stepping over the guy gurgling as the blood seeped from his throat, and scooped her up. “Where are your clothes?”
“Down the hall. I think I was in his room,” she said. “You’re Wrath?” She repeated. I ignored her as I took her out of this room and into the hall. I cradled her as gently as I could, remembering the wound in her side.
“How do you feel?” I asked through gritted teeth.
“I’m okay. My side hurts. Really bad. Desi, something isn’t right about this place.”
No fucking shit.
“That one.” She pointed to an open door, and I took her to it. I set her down and closed the door. I turned away from her. While this wasn’t the first time I’d seen her naked, it felt wrong considering the situation. “Desi,” she said. I turned my head, but my eyes remained on the floor. “Look at me.”
I didn’t want to, but her small, gentle hand touched my arm, and I reacted. I looked down at her, and my heart sank. She looked so-tired.
“What?” I pressed my lips together to stop myself from getting emotional. Something in me was shifting. I wasn’t sure what, but when I looked at her, my stomach dropped.
“Your curse is about to be broken,” She whispered. I nodded and wondered if this was why I felt so weird. I gulped.
“He must be hanging on by a thread in there because I haven’t dropped like you did.” I tried to laugh. She didn’t. “Scout, this isn’t going to change anything. I told you.”
She stood on her tiptoes and brought her arms up. Still handcuffed, she brought her hands to my face, cupping my cheeks. I put my own mangled hands on her bare hips and bent down to press my lips against hers.
The kiss was barely a whisper. I tried to push for more than just a graze, but she pulled away and shook her head. She extended her arms out. “You’re going to change soon. I don’t want to be here for it. I can’t—I don’t want to see it.”
“It? What is it? Scout, I’m not doing this without you!” I cried out. I ducked under her arms and lifted her up. I looked around and found the bed. I jostled her until she wrapped her legs around my middle. “I’m not going at this alone. You’re coming with me.” I took her to the bed and placed her down on her back.
She tried to pull her arms over my head, but I moved her further onto the bed and ground my cock against her. I crushed my lips to hers, and I felt wetness against my cheeks. She kept her lips tight, she was stifling sobs, but I was determined.
I brought my tongue to her cheeks and gently lapped the salty blood tears off them. “Don’t cry. I’m not going anywhere. I’ll still be your Desi, your Loser. I’m not changing.” I told her over and over, but my mind was growing fuzzy.
“Desi, please, just let me leave with dignity,” she said. I reached for one of her breasts and rolled her tiny nub between my fingers. Using the other hand, I grabbed her wrists and shoved them over my head and against the pillows.
“No. You’re not going anywhere. We are the end game, Scout. Not anyone else. You. You are my soulmate. I don’t care about the curse. I don’t care.” I whispered these things like a prayer as I proceeded to worship her body. I kissed her in all the places I needed to help her regain her faith.
Her body relaxed as I worked with careful hands. I was hesitant as I reached her thighs. I brought myself back up to her beautiful face. “Tell me this is okay.”
“It’s not, though, Desi. You don’t understand.” Her lips began to tremble again, and I silenced her with a kiss, but this time her lips parted, and her tongue reached for mine. I took it as if it were the greatest gift ever given. I rubbed her legs, and she loosened the muscles, allowing me to move between them.
My hand dipped down, and I found her wet and ready for me. I closed my eyes and suddenly felt a dizzy spell. I blinked and tried not to fall on top of her.
“Desi?” She called for me, and I knew that the guy in the other room had either died or was extremely close. If I wanted this, I needed to do it now. I sat up and pulled down my boxers. I pushed her thighs apart and slid inside with the urgency of someone who might just lose this beautiful woman in a few minutes.
I pulled her up, and she wrapped her arms around my neck. “It’s happening soon. I can feel it.” I buried my head in her neck and urged her to ride me. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop. I need this.” I begged her. She did as asked, and we both worked together to set a hard, fast rhythm that got us both there in record time. She was throwing her head back at the same time I stiffened and came inside her fantastic fucking pussy.
She climbed off me, and I grabbed my boxers. “I should go check on him,” I said to her as I stood. I slipped them on and took a step forward, but then everything went dark, and I felt my body give way.
***
“Welcome back, Desiderio Amato.” The demon who took my memories greeted me like he wasn’t expecting to ever see me again. I recognized him immediately. He had assumed the appearance of a tall Hispanic man...
“I broke the curse. That means I’m normal now? You’ll change my eyes to red, and I get my memories back?” I demanded. I wasn’t playing any games. I left Scout naked, handcuffed, and in a monster’s house. I needed to go.
“Whoa, hold up. I never promised the eyes. Those stay. You can take the memories, though.”
