This man is a deranged, twisted monster, and I can feel it all the fuck over me this morning. Between my thighs, my pussy and ass red raw, my lips cracked from dehydration, my skin bruised and shredded but I can’t stop, I don’t want to. I love being ruined by him and rebuilt by him.
I’m now as madly obsessed as he is.
Then there was the revenge on Lake and Elias, and to be honest, I always thought I needed and wanted to get blood on my hands. And although I spilled some by taking their eyes, the traps where the most unhinged and perfect shit I could have ever thought of.
Just knowing Wrath was there to witness it all with me, how he let me have my moment, meant everything. I couldn’t have asked for a better outcome.
Now there’s just one more... Zye.
Wrath suddenly breathes in deeply, his head snapping up. His tired eyes peer down at me briefly, like he’s checking if I’m still here, or maybe still alive, before his head sinks back into the pillow.
I smile gently as he pulls me closer, my small body slotting perfectly against his. His big, tattooed hand moves up my chest before gently resting on my throat, his arm between my breasts, and I just breathe.
“They were your... brothers?” Wrath’s deep, sleepy voice vibrates against my back, finally asking the question I know he’s wanted to ask, but we’ve been so wrapped up in this thing between us.
“Foster brothers,” I answer slowly.
“They hurt you, Allure?”
“They gang raped me, then dumped me in a river. Dead,” I confess.
His head snaps up again, now propped on his elbow as he stares down at my side profile.
“Before Kyro took me,” I finish.
He growls, low and angry, before flopping back down on the pillow like he regrets not getting the chance to destroy them himself.
“I wish I knew,” he bites out. “I would’ve torn them apart with my teeth. Piece by piece, turning into a fucking cannibal real quick. I would’ve happily been picking those cunts out my gums for weeks”
A light smile tugs at my lips as he drags me closer, like holding me tighter could somehow make it all better.
“You did the right thing, Wrath,” I whisper. “I couldn’t have imagined a better way for them to meet their demise.”
“And all of the blood on your clothes the night I fisted your pussy?”
I roll my eyes and let out a long breath.
“I killed the boyfriend—my boyfriend—who set it all up.”
Wrath stays silent for a moment, like he’s thinking over everything in his head.
“I’m sorry you went through that, Aurelia,” he finally says, and my eyes sting with the threat of tears. “I wish I was there to fucking stop it.”
When I remain quiet, he rises on his elbow again, and I turn beneath him, lying flat as his red eyes sweep over my face, tracing every feature carefully.
“Actually,” he says slowly, “this might sound like evil of me… but I don’t.”
My brows pinch slightly, confused, and his warm hand wraps around the side of my neck, his thumb dragging along my jaw.
“Cause you wouldn’t be this. Who you’ve grown to be. Darkness suits you so beautifully, my little corpse. You can’t even imagine how much I’m fucking obsessed with it and you.”
A tear slips from the corner of my eye, trailing across my temple before soaking into my hair, my heart throbbing as he continues.
“Don’t ever fucking change,” he orders, his finger pointing to my chest, red gaze lingering on my trembled lip. “Every broken part of you, every scar carved into your skin—you’re so perfect like this. No one touches or hurts you again. Only me. I couldn’t protect you then, but I’ll burn the world to its fucking knees before I let anything dim what’s left of your soul now.”
I nod slightly, acknowledging the unexpected sweetness in his words before pulling him down to meet my lips.
“Don’t change either, my big monster. Your craziness has helped me more than you’ll ever know,” I softly murmur against his lips.
