Frustration runs through my veins. I have had stomach problems my entire life because of what he did to me, and I refuse to leave without having this exact revenge.
The scar tissue he left within my bowels has caused me so much pain, and living a life where I can’t use the bathroom without pills is something I never wanted to face. He must feel what he did to me, because otherwise I will never feel sane again.
I use the knife to cut his hole bigger and jam the rolling pin as far as it will go. The rough wood texture should cause an agony like the nights he shoved into me.
Andrew’s guttural screams and groans fill the space over the squelching sound the rolling pin is making in him.
His breathing is much slower, and I didn’t think of how I promised Burke his final breath. Ryan was a slow process, and I got carried away here.
I let go and fall back on my heels, glancing at the well-deserved desecration of his body. For once in my life, I can finally take a full breath.
Burke steps forward and kicks him onto his back. He steps over the body and kisses my forehead, wiping the sweaty hair from my face. “You did good, Dragonfly.”
Andrew turns his head, blood pouring over his teeth and chin. He grins like this is a game he’s in control of and wheezes out, “Dragonfly, eh? Didn’t you know she’s a kitty cat, but not just any kind of feline—a fucking scaredy cat.”
“I believe Clara is quite brave,” Burke says. “She survived you and served up revenge. That in itself is more courage than you could muster up your entire life.”
Andrew directs his glassy gaze from Burke to me. “I took your innocence. Everything I could, I stole from you. I gave you enough scar tissue that you’ll never be able to forget me.” His breath is shaky as he whispers out the truth.
His words hit me like a sack of bricks, as if I could escape his actions from the past and move forward in a world without my history following me.
I will always be the abused girl, the one with more trauma than everyone else. The horrors of my past make me who I am, but at the same time follow me forever.
“Scar tissue tells a story—a woman who’s overcome so much and now never has to worry again. She can stand on her own two feet to fight the demons in the real world and the ones in her own head. Not only will she never have to worry about pieces of shit like you again, because I’ll never leave her side, but I’ll also show her what true love looks like and how she should’ve always been treated.”
“I had her first,” Andrew gasps.
I get up and step forward, but Burke stops me. He takes the knife from my hand and lowers his head to kiss me. “He’s mine now.”
Digesting his words, I step back and think about what he said. I cannot believe he would be willing to take me, damaged as I am, and show me what real love looks like. Hell, I would never be able to understand why I was chosen to receive everything I did.
Andrew might think he’s the one who had me first, but it doesn’t matter who was first. The only thing that matters in life is who will have you forever. To be the rock needed to help you put your pieces back together, and someone to depend on to be there during the highs and the lows.
Nine
Burke
Witnessing Clara act out her revenge was sweeter than I thought it would be.
Now she gazes at me curiously. Even covered in blood, my dragonfly, with her radiant smile, has an air of confidence that she doesn’t always access. Her sheer strength, inside and out, turns me on. I want to provide for her in any way she needs me to.
Seeing her in action was everything I could have imagined. Clara covered in gore with a smile is sexy as sin. Making my dick throb, lust and curiosity swirl inside of me. She is making dreams come true for me that I will never express to her.
I shift my attention from her to the sack of shit with a rolling pin up his asshole. Lowering the knife to his neck, her voice gives me pause before I slice open his artery.
“What if we fucked right now?” she asks. “Wouldn’t it be the ultimate send-off?”
“Is that what you want?” I turn to gaze up at her, my mouth drying, and I arch an eyebrow.
“It’s wrong, though, right? I mean, I know what I did to him, but this seems fucked up, and I don’t know why I want it.” She fidgets with the button on her jeans, and I stand, bringing the knife with me.
“Don’t think so. If that’s what you want, who am I to deny you?” I place the knife on the chair and rip her clothes off, tearing the fabric of her shirt and shucking off her jeans. I unzip my large hoodie, and as I pull the shirt over my head, her cool touch makes me jump. “God, you drive me crazy,” I whisper.
Undoing my belt, she kneels in front of me. Her hair is pulled back in a slick ponytail, letting me see those green orbs I can get lost in. She rips my jeans and wraps her hand around the base of my cock.
When she pulls me closer to wrap her lips around my length, the room fills with the sound of her suction and Andrew’s death rattle. I should have sliced him wide open when I had the chance. He’s ruining the moment.
Gripping her ponytail, I slide her up and down my length and hold her to the base of my shaft for a few seconds, her throat milking me until I pull away and let her breathe. Running my fingertips under her jaw, I tap against her skin and lift my head. I’m surprised by the way she responds to my cues so well.
