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His lips meet the back of my head. “Your father tore his mother apart in front of him when he was three.”
And there it is…
My heart jolts at hearing him say it so nonchalantly. Mikael’s trauma…his trauma. “Mikael turned into the monster he is that night. He had no other choice.”
He reaches over, pulls a pill bottle out, and hands it to me. I frown as I inspect it and see the words Fluoxetine (Prozac) prescribed by Dr. Garcia.
“You take an antidepressant?” I ask him.
“It’s silly really, considering I don’t have feelings. But it’s the only thing that truly suppresses him. It’s the only thing that worked to get rid of him.”
My lips part at those words—Get rid of him.
That girl is dead…one of them slaughtered her. And I’m still not convinced it was Mikael.
I stare at the bottle, the prescription dated a week ago. Yet…it’s full.
“You don’t take it, though, do you?”
His lips tease my cheek. “I stopped taking it a couple of weeks ago.”
I blow out a breath. “What? Why would you do that, Lincoln?”
He moves his hand up to my heart. “Because when I’m with you, I can experience emotions in a way I haven’t before. For the first time in my existence, I’ve experienced emotions, even if they are his emotions. I want more of it… It makes me stronger, like I’m invincible…like I’m real. If it means letting him back to experience what it’s like to be human, I’m never giving that up. Even if it kills me.”
I’m the one killing him.
My heart is now throbbing. “And you can’t control him?”
I’ve witnessed Mikael’s presence; I’ve experienced his influence and Lincoln just said as much.
His danger and darkness.
I know too well that he is beyond control. At some point, you’d have to think Mikael never really went away. Perhaps he chose to stay away because society didn’t want him anymore. Everyone gave up on him, including the woman who raised him, and there is something poetically sad about that. After all, he was once an innocent child who lost his mother. He wasn’t born this way.
Lincoln turns the bedside lamp off, then moves his hand down to my belly and pulls me closer. It’s strange thinking of Mikael and Lincoln as separate. As if the traumatic history didn’t happen to Lincoln, too.
I turn in the dark and position myself on top of him, and it takes no effort for him to fill me.
“Summer, fuck,” he whispers as my thighs clench around him. I want to show him he’s not alone. Show him his trauma, even if he won’t admit it, doesn’t have to define him. I want to fuck the daylights out of him.
I grind and squeeze, our limbs become tangled as if we are one. I lean over him, his mouth finds the tiny muscle above my collarbone and his teeth graze my skin. I can’t see his eyes right now, but I know they would look like a vortex. Even if he wanted to kill me right now, I’m fucking him so hard, I don’t give him a chance.
Eventually, his teeth do more than graze. He bites down and I cry out as we both climax. I roll off him, out of breath and satisfied.
He’s quiet for a moment, as if pondering my earlier question if he can control Mikael, his hands not nearly done touching me. “Out of all the things I am to this body, do you know what I am first?”
I turn to face him completely, my eyes widening in anticipation as our breaths mingle. The room is softly illuminated by the flickering light of the candle still burning.
“What?” I whisper just as a soft wisp of air blows the candle out, leaving us shrouded in darkness.
He pushes himself on top of me, still hard despite his cum on the sheets. “I am your protector,” he murmurs. “I was created to protect you, Summer. I won’t let him kill you. I refuse to let history repeat itself.”
He fucks me three more times before I pass out, further demonstrating his godlike abilities.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-EIGHT
