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“Fuck, I’m close,” she whimpers, her nails digging into my chest because she’s forgotten she just tattooed me there. I don’t care. I love the pain. It makes me harder. She moves faster. The sensation of her muscles clenching around me sends more blood rushing to my cock.
I match her pace, thrusting into her. The world shrinks until it’s just us in this abandoned room, lost in our world of pleasure.
“Come for me, Lila,” I order in a gravelly voice, my eyes locked with hers. “Be a good girl, and come on my cock.” The command leaves no room for argument.
A shudder rips through her body, her eyes glazed over with lust. I feel her clench around me harder, her pace becoming erratic as she teeters on the edge.
And then, as if answering my command, her body convulses in ecstasy. “Fuck, yes, Ash!” She screams my name.
Her tightness pulsating around me pulls me over the edge. I thrust into her one last time, shooting my cum deep inside her, marking her from within. I groan in satisfaction, our bodies reaching the peak and starting the slow descent back to reality.
We stay like that for a while, panting, sweaty, and so utterly sated. I pull her against me, wrapping my arms around her protectively. “I’m yours, Lila,” I mutter against her ear. She shivers against me, a small, satisfied smile on her lips.
15
LILA
As consciousness drags me back from the abyss of sleep, I find myself alone in the tangle of musty sheets. Blinking into the dim morning light, I turn my head to find Ash awake, standing by the derelict shop’s dusty window. He’s fully dressed, his back to me. His shoulders are tense. For a moment, I watch him, the surreal reality of our situation washing over me afresh.
I’m falling in love with a serial killer. Or perhaps it’s Stockholm Syndrome. Who knows? All I know is I’ve never felt so close to someone before.
Without turning, he stiffens, indicating he’s aware I’m now awake. “We need to get going,” he says, his voice neutral. He finally turns to face me, his eyes holding a strange vulnerability. “We’ll reach our destination today.”
“And where exactly is our destination?” I ask.
He shifts uncomfortably, his gaze dropping to the floor. “You don’t have to worry about that,” he says. “I’ll take care of you.”
“But what about my life? My family?” I ask, my voice desperate. “I can’t disappear off the face of the earth, Ash. They must be worried sick.”
He crosses the room in a few strides until standing before me. “Lila,” he starts, his voice rough, “there’s no going back,” he says. His fingers dig into my shoulders, his grip iron-hard. His eyes are now shards of frozen steel. “You’re mine. You’re mine, and that’s the end of it.” His words hang heavy in the silence, a brutal testament to the reality I’m now ensnared in.
“And what exactly are you going to do with me?” I manage to ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
His eyes flicker to mine, hard and inscrutable. There’s a beat of silence before he responds. “You’ll be my wife,” he states, his fingers gently tracing the contour of my face. His touch, despite the circumstances, is soothing. “My woman,” he adds, his voice dipping lower. “My world.”
His declaration leaves me breathless. I’m being asked to be the world for a man who is, by his own admission, a monster.
“But Ash,” I begin, my voice trembling in the quiet room. “What if you get bored with me? What if I’m not enough for you one day?” There’s a vulnerability in my question, a raw fear that he might discard me as he did his victims. “Would you kill me, too?”
The question barely leaves my lips when he jerks back as if stung, his grip on my shoulders slackening. His face contorts with what looks like anger, but beneath the surface, I see a flicker of hurt. “Is that what you think of me?” he growls, his voice thick with emotion. “That I could ever hurt you?”
He steps back, putting distance between us, and for a moment, the room is filled with a silence so profound it’s deafening. “You’re my starlight, my sanity in this fucked-up world. I’d sooner die than let any harm come to you.” His words hang in the air, an unspoken promise in the depth of our shared darkness. “Let alone hurt you myself.”
“I can’t help but think it,” I assert, holding his gaze. “I’ve seen how easily you can kill.” My voice cracks at the last wordas flashbacks of the blood and gore I’ve witnessed hit me hard. Blood and gore that this man is responsible for.
How can I be alright with that? How can I be okay with that part of him?
He ponders over my words, his gaze distant and unreadable.
Finally, he breaks the silence. “I understand your fear, your hesitation.” He steps toward me but stops short. “I wish I could change who I am, what I’ve done. But I can’t.” His eyes hold a tempest of regret and something akin to longing. “You’re my tether to sanity, Lila. Killing you would be like killing myself.”
He runs a hand through his hair. “I can’t promise you I won’t kill again. But Ican promiseyou this: I’ll never hurt you. And if you want to leave,” His chest heaves as if saying it hurts him. “I won’t stand in your way, not anymore.”
I’m left grappling with the terrifying reality of my feelings for this man—a monster who, despite his brutal nature, holds my heart in his hands. “I don’t agree with the killing.” My words hang in the air, unfinished, as I grapple with the complicated web of emotions within me. There’s fear, disgust, and a distinct warmth, an affection that I can’t quite quell. A part of me wants to flee, to separate myself from this cold-blooded killer. Yet, another part that feels alarmingly at home in his company urges me to stay. “But I can’t ignore what I feel for you,” I confess. “I can’t… I won’t leave you.”
His expression, previously hard and unreadable, softens. The tension in the room dissipates, replaced by a quiet understanding. Love thrives even in the darkest corners.
He moves closer, closing the distance between us. His arms wrap around me, strong and protective. The world around us falls away, leaving nothing but the two of us and the connection that binds us. Then, he leans down, his lips meeting mine in a kiss that’s as gentle as it is fierce. It’s a kiss born of desperation and longing, a silent affirmation of our twisted love.
