Then she bites down on my lip and draws blood. When I look at her with a drop of my blood on her tongue, she is fucking satisfied, the cunning minx. We don’t stop fucking moving, and we are near our climax.
She smears my blood on her lips and has a devilish smile on her face while her eyes are narrowed.
That does it.
“Come for me now, Lana!”
“Fuck, M! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” We both finish at the same time, and I come harder than I have before. I put my head on her shoulder, and she puts her head on my own. Once we are both done, I look at her and kiss her on the nose.
A sweet sentiment.
Lana looks at me and smiles.
“Can I ask you one question?”
“You can ask me anything, little hummingbird.”
“Can I see the bat you hit Belmin with?” What a strange question. She senses my hesitation and smiles harder.
“Just show it to me.” So I do. She sits on the table after fixing her dress as I retrieve the bat and hand it to her. Lana looks it over from top to bottom, admiring it.
“So this is what you use?” I nod at her.
“Cool. And where is the cleaver you gutted him with?” I look at the dead bastard and point to him.
“Have fun running, M.”
Wait, what the fuck?
I don’t even have time to react as Lana takes a swing at my legs. I double down on the floor because I didn’t see this surprise coming. When I look at her from this position, she is standing over me and presses down onto the spot with her foot where she hit me.
“You know where to find me.” Lana makes a run for it upstairs, and I’m left reeling. I know what the fuck she is doing.
Happy hunting to me.
34
Lana
Freeing yourself from any commitment or restraint, even for just a moment, feels like a vacation on its own. I’m permitting myself to stop overthinking and to startfeeling. Sometimes I forget that I’m only twenty-five years old and what life truly is.
Pain. Love.Surrender.
And I believe I found that in the devil himself.
After I swung at M, I knew he would understand what I was looking for. I needed him even more unhinged. My urge to know what he’s capable of transcends everything I learned throughout my life.
Stay focused, Lana.
Whenever I start feeling like I’m slipping into giving too much away of my control, I repeat those words. I can’t lose sight of what’s significant in life. But right now, I don’t have that luxury.
I need to run for my fucking life.
M’s basement door is open, and I run through his living room and open the door to the terrace so I’m outside. The only place my legs are running to is the giant maze. I have a sneaky feeling why he designed a maze, but I let that thought go.
My yellow dress is plastered onto me like a second skin—a combination of sweat and blood. The thought should sicken me, but it doesn’t. It makes me even more aroused. The way that M bled terrified me. Not because he bled, it’swhyhe bled. He did it forme.
I have accomplished something I wanted, but did I really gain what I wanted? I always craved control in a past life, but now I’m willingly surrendering it because I fucking want to.
