Ignoring her cries of protest at her orgasm being denied from her, I seize her arm and lead her back to the passenger seat, grabbing the panties on the ground to wipe my cum from her ass. I hesitate to keep her naked, but I don’t want anyone else to see her. So I chuck the dress at her before making my way to the other side.
“You don’t own me…” she begins to huff as I settle back behind the wheel, but I smack a hand over her mouth while looking down at my phone. This girl is going to be the end of me. What happened to quiet,muteSeraphina? Why the fuck is she acting up now of all times? Especially to tell me the opposite of what’s true?
Idoown you, silly girl. And I’m going to keep you.
“You’ll talk when you’re ready to tell me about Lucy,” I growl. “Until then, I don’t want to hear a word out of your mouth.”
I take my hand away from her mouth and she seems on the verge of speaking out, but then, some sort of realization flits across her eyes, and she remains quiet, chewing on her lower lip.
I guess she’s been so focused on… well,enjoying… her punishment, she’d forgotten about the danger. She’s just remembered it full-force, and she knows better than to keep resisting me, at least for now.
I won’t tell her it doesn’t matter if she tells me about Lucy or not. I’m sure Logan is capable of finding out all we need to know, and in any case, Lucy’s a dead woman, though she doesn’t know it yet. The minute Seraphina blanched at the sound of her name, I mentally crossed it off from the list of the living.
Doesn’t matter that Lucy’s been with Devil so long she’s practically one of them. Doesn’t matter that there’s no proof. In fact, I don’t even know what she’s done, but that won’t stop mefrom ending her.
Nothing matters but Seraphina, and if I have to kill every last person off this Earth to protect her, that’s just what I’ll do.
I press the gas pedal all the way to the floor, taking the direction of our new home. Though I feel a pang of anxiety as I realize Logan hasn’t answered my message. I wonder if it’s a mistake, after all, to go to our new home. But I’m not a coward. I’ve never run before. And I won’t let some asshole destroy my dreams.
It’s time to stop hiding, and kill that motherfucker once and for all.
20
Seraphina
We spend the rest of the drive in silence.
I stare out at the window, a tangle of contradictory emotions boiling in the pit of my stomach. But none of them is fear. At least, not fear of Damien. The strange thing is, I don’t doubt him anymore. I know he doesn’t want to kill me. And I know he loves me.
I guess it’s kind of fucked up to make the jump from accepting someone doesn’t want to kill you to accepting that they love you. But I’ve never been particularly sane.
Ever since he spoke those words in church—notI dobutshe does—I realized I did, after all, belong to him.
He owns me. I’m his possession, and people don’t kill their possessions. They take care of them.
I never thought I’d be happy to be taken care of. I’ve always considered myself independent. But I don’t want to be independent with Damien. I want to be powerless. I want him to claim every single part of me.
What the fuck is wrong with me? Where’s the quiet, angry girl who killed two men? I’m turning into a pathetic sap, and the weirdest part is that my mind has finally accepted what my body submitted to a long time ago.
So then, why do I resist him? It makes him furious, and it’s almost as if Iwantto make him furious.
Just like he wants to makemeangry.
I don’t know why he likes making me angry so much, but I know what drives me. And it’s terribly embarrassing.
I defy him because it turns me on.
The thought makes my face flame, and I turn away just as Damien notes my expression with a bemused look. But for once, he doesn’t pry.
Just thinking about the switching he gave me on my hands and breasts makes me wet.
I want to be punished. Not only the floggings during sex. They may be vicious, but that kind of pain has always heightened my arousal. This is something else. I want him to keep me in line. I want to push away, and to be forced back into his arms.
I want to feel that I have no choice. I’m his, no matter what I say. Because I know I’ve built up walls my whole life, and I need him to bring them crashing down.
I sigh, twisting my hands together to feel the burn from the switching. It soothes me, almost as much as his hands stroking my back and my hair.
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