And there it is. It’s me that I see. I’ve somehow placed my dark seed in her, and it’s taken root.
There’s no point in arguing with her because those aren’t words you say lightly, but I warn her anyway. “There is no going back when you go to the places I’ve been.”
“You think I don’t know that? I’ll never be the person I was, but you had no part in destroying that stupid girl. I’m different,and while I’ve never hated myself, I’m glad that girl is gone. I need her to stay that way.”
I bring my hand to her cheek, forcing her to look up at me. “You were never stupid. The world was just terribly cruel.”
“And it continues to be.”
It’s not lost on me that I sought to comfort her. Every day we’re together brings out something new in me. It’s like glimpsing at another life. A reflection of who I could have been.
Like that movie Sliding Doors.
She’s walking in my world, and a part of me desperately wants to walk in hers, back when she was who she was meant to be and not the hardened diamond she’s become.
“I want to see you work, Hunter. I want to see the terrible things you can do.”
“You’re not worried?”
“I’m only worried that what you do won’t be enough.”
Looking into her eyes, I’m lost, completely unable to speak because what she’s said is so raw and primal and true.
And I feel it in my bones.
Because I’ve been there.
On the precipice of ruin.
That’s when I found myself.
My dick hardens from the realization that she and I are so alike. Unable to stop myself, I kiss her, sealing my mouth around hers and forcing my tongue past her lips. She moans, her tiny hands gripping my cheeks, driving me to madness.
But this is not a time I should lose control, so I pull away, gripping her arms so tightly as I shove her, there’s bound to be marks when I let go.
“What did I do wrong?”
“Tomorrow I’ll find him, and you’ll have your revenge.”
“Promise?”
My lips curl up in an involuntary smile that no one else could pull from me. “I give you my word.”
Chapter 11
FIONA
The moment I confessed my dirty desire, Hunter became mission focused. It only took him five hours to find Brett, but it didn’t end with tracking.
Part of the thrill for him is the hunt.
During the day, he leaves me to stalk. Figuring out Brett’s patterns and behaviors.
And at night, when he fucks me, I’m not entirely sure he sees me. While that should be terrifying, I get it.
We’re survivors of a cruel world that’s molded us into unspeakable atrocities. He’ll never be normal, and neither will I.
But through our faults and imperfections, we’re perfect for each other.
