Die For Me (The Consumed Series Book 2)

Michael

Jack knew what he was doing when he picked a fight with me. He knew how to fight, I’d give him that. I had to stop myself from lunging toward him again and beating him senseless. I could’ve killed him, but that meant risking Hana’s life, so I had to be smart. I could tear him down in other ways. For example, stating the obvious: Hana was mine. Her body couldn’t resist me, even if she wanted to. She didn’t look at Jack the same way she looked at me. Granted, I hated the way she looked at him with that lust in her eyes, but it wasn’t nearly as much lust as she looked at me with. She wanted me so badly she fucking came just by pressing her pussy against me. She could be a brat all she wanted, but at the end of the day, she was fucking crazy about me.

I spent the last seven weeks of my life doubting myself. Any confidence I had was crumbling beneath me. Hell, I lost most of it the day she first left all those months ago. And I spent so much time hating Hana, wanting her to hurt as much as I did. That’s when something in me changed. I became obsessive. I teetered between loving her and hating her, my feelings for her changing daily. And of course, I began stalking her.

It started when I began watching her and Jack at his loft. I would sit for hours on the street in the Lower East Side, waiting for a glimpse of her. I watched as they went apartment hunting in Brooklyn. That’s why I got the apartment I have now—it’s right across the street from where Hana and Jack live. I would sit on the benches by the waterfront for hours, watching Hana come and go, sometimes with Jack, sometimes without. I didn’t have any plan; I just wanted to watch her, see where she went, see how she lived her life without me. I got on Instagram, following her from a fake profile. I watched every story she posted. She often shared views from her apartment, which I didn’t think was very smart. If someone wanted to find her, they easily could. Sometimes I wondered if she did that for me, as if she knew I was quietly watching her. Was she waiting for me to come capture her?

And that’s when I got the video of Hana and Jack having sex. I might have jerked off while watching it—several times—but I figured it was because I was seeing Hana be demeaned in a way I wanted to do with her. It stirred up so many feelings inside of me, but I mostly felt hate. I took to my best friend, Jack Daniels, and watched the video over and over. I might have even called Emily, drunkenly telling her how I felt, but that might have also been a dream. I knew I needed to do something, but I couldn’t figure out what.

I saw Emily following Hana and Jack to the OB-GYN office. She was not a very good stalker; she kept too close and she didn’t even see me. It didn’t occur to me to look up what building they were in, but when Emily called me and told me, I finally knew what I had to do: I had to take Hana.

She might have been carrying my child. It was a long shot, but it was a possibility. And on the day I took her, so easily guiding her into the cab that waited for us, I realized I loved her more than anything. How could I possibly hate this beautiful creature, especially if she was going to bear my child? I had spent the last several weeks watching her from a distance, hating her. But when I was finally face to face with her, I was so fucking in love again. That’s what she did to me. And she was so fucking compliant. I think that’s what startled me when she began to resist me at the Greenwich house. I was so used to getting my way with her and then it was as if a whole new aspect of her personality had taken over. I enjoyed the brattiness on occasion, but I knew it was because she wanted to get punished. Ever since finding out she liked to be slapped, I knew I had to use it on her. When she kept resisting me, not even willing to fuck me? That’s what threw me over the edge.

I didn’t want to think about what happened after that. Anger had taken over me. It had been a long time since that anger had consumed me. I had warned her, a long time ago, that my anger could control me. I was out of control, even I knew that. It had happened before. But I waited and waited for the safe word. It never came. It didn’t even occur to me that she couldn’t let out her safe word until Jack talked about me forcing myself upon her. What did she think of me now?

My thoughts returned to the present. How was I ever going to be happy sharing Hana, the woman who was perfect just for me? I started fantasizing about hiring someone to kill Jack, some sort of random mugging in his sketchy LES neighborhood that he still frequented. I would plan it all perfectly: I would be with Hana so that she could be my alibi. She would be heartbroken but she’d have me to take care of her. Only me.