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She was like a drug, like an addiction I didn’t want to get rid of. I waited for her all these years, hoping she’d be waiting for me at the doorstep of my house one day, but she never came. I understood why. I understood it wasn’t her choice, but there was no running away for her now.
Whether it was heaven or hell, she was stuck with me for an eternity.
I would burn this entire fucking town down for her, and she had no idea what kind of power she had over me. She had no idea that with one look, one tiny touch, she could set everything on fire. Danika Eleara Ascelin was my undoing, and I wouldn’t mind dying like this, knowing that she was mine in this life.
“More,” she practically growled, scratching at my arm that held her hips down. “Please,” she panted, throwing her head backward. “I need… Please, Lazarus!”
Fucking hell.
My dick strained against my pants, begging to be freed, to sink in her heat, to claim her once and for all, but we didn’t have time. I had things planned for the two of us. Things that required a full uninterrupted night, where I would feast on her and her on me.
I didn’t mind waiting if she would come to me in the end, and I had to make damn sure that she would.
“Look at me,” I grunted, pushing my index finger inside her, going faster and faster, loving the way she writhed underneath me. “Look. At. Me,” I commanded again when she kept looking at the ceiling. The moment her eyes clashed with mine, I knew.
She would come to me.
It was written all over her face, in every little breath she took, every little moan that escaped her. Her lips formed an O, her chest flushed red, the same color as her cheeks, and I couldn’t wait to keep her like this, in my house, in my little castle that would belong only to the two of us.
“Who do you belong to?” The words tumbled over my lips without thinking, but I didn’t regret them. I couldn’t regret them as her pupils became even wider, taking over the blue of her eyes, turning them almost completely black. “Answer me!” I thundered, slowing the movements of my fingers, knowing it would drive her insane.
“Fuuuuuuck,” she drawled, while her chest rose and fell rapidly. Every single movement of her body told me she was close. So fucking close, and I held all the power in my hand.
“Danika,” I started again, dragging my thumb over the little bundle of nerves. “Who do you belong to?”
“You!” she practically blasted. “I fucking belong to you, and if you don’t make me come in the next five seconds—” But she never managed to say the words. A second finger joined through her folds, pushing in and out with punishing strokes, and I saw it before it happened.
The sweat rolling down her temple, the glistening skin of her cheeks, the flush on her chest, and as her eyes started fluttering, rolling into the back of her head, I flicked my thumb over her clit—once, twice, three times, and the sweetest sound echoed around us.
Her orgasm tore through her like a freight train. Her scream kept on going and going until the raspiness filled her voice, and her body fell down on the bed with an audible thud. My fingers flexed inside her again, eliciting another moan deep from her throat.
“No more,” she gasped. “Please.”
“Hmmm,” I hummed, my fingers lifting to my lips, licking them clean with my tongue, savoring the taste of her. “This is only the beginning, my Dark Star.” Her eyes widened at the use of the nickname. Before she could move herself, I lowered my body over her, rubbing my hardened cock against her thigh. “You’re mine, Danika.” My teeth clamped on her shoulder, leaving a mark she would remember forever. “Don’t you forget that,” I added, moving backward. “I will wait for you. I will wait forever if needed, but I will be here whenever you’re ready. But I need you to come to me. I need you to remember everything.”
I wanted to stay here tonight, holding her against me, hearing her breathing, seeing the rise and fall of her chest, but I couldn’t. Not yet at least. She had to figure everything out on her own. She had to be ready for what I had to offer.
My father thought I was a monster for the things I wanted, for the girls who have disappeared thanks to me, but he hadn’t understood. None of them understood. Even those girls, they weren’t for me. They weren’t ready for what I had to offer, but Danika… Even as I moved away from her, she followed my every move. When I adjusted myself in my pants and stood up from the bed, she stood up too, grabbing my hand in hers.
“What if I don’t come back to you?” Little minx. She was taunting me, wanting me to chase her. “What if I find something better?” If she had slapped me, it would’ve hurt less. I looked at her, at the little smirk playing on her face, the mischief in her eyes, and I knew she wanted me to blast, to take her here and now, but I promised myself I would wait.
“I would still wait, Danika. No matter what, I will be here.”
I couldn’t stand being here any longer and not taking her with me, so I walked toward her door, leaving slowly, and disappearing into the night. I just hoped she would make the right decision.
My entire worldwas tilted on its axis.
Everything I thought I knew, every single memory my mother told me, was a lie. As simple as that—it was a motherfucking lie. All those happy memories I thought were mine were nothing but a figment of my imagination because my mind didn’t know how to cope, how to deal with the unknown. It had to have something—something to hold on to, something to remember, because everything I used to know was gone.
The constant feeling of loss, of being lost, now made sense. I was lost. I wasn’t who I used to be. I remembered now what they were fighting about, what they were talking about, why my father left.
He couldn’t cope with me as his kid. He didn’t want to live with a sociopath, as the good Doctor Morass called me. I remembered my diagnosis, all those trips to the Morass Asylum, but I told myself it was only that one time with school because my mother told me so. Because she didn’t want me to remember.
My hand dragged over the bottles of pills that were prescribed to me for anxiety, but I fucking knew that wasn’t their purpose. My mother kept me on a leash all these years because she was terrified of who I was, of what I was capable of. She was terrified of what I would do if I knew the truth. And she should’ve been. Not because I ever wanted to hurt her, but because she betrayed me.
She fucking knew and she let me go through life thinking I was insane.
I thought there was something wrong with me. I thought that this hole in my chest would never go away. I thought that the fragments of memories that would come at random times were nothing but figments of my imagination.
