Dear Darlings
,
I stop, staring back at the ink as it dries on the page. What did I want to put here?
, sorry that I fucked around and killed my lover’s wife.
“Stop doing that.” He growls and my eyes find his in the mirror. The morning sun sets on his face, but it does nothing to hide the ugliness inside.
“Doing what?” I bat my lashes up at him, folding my hands on my lap. “I want to, though. Please…”
The corner of his eye twitches, and my smirk widens.
“I’m bored.” I push up and bounce over to him, feeling the strands of my hair graze my arm.
He stiffens the closer I get, and I lean into his chest, my fingers crawling their way up until they’re locked behind the nape of his neck. Moments pass before I lean up on my tippy toes, brushing my lips with his.
“Kiss me?” The weight of his decision feels heavy when his arm snakes my back and locks to my waist. “Please?”
He grabs me by my hair, forcing me back until my ass collides with the desk. His mouth finds mine and when his tongue slips between my lips, I wrap my legs around his waist.
He forces me down onto the table with a firm grip around my throat, my scalp burning from the fracture. His hands find the buttons of my romper as he tears it open, circling my nipple with his thumb.
I lean up on my elbows, my hair falling over my shoulders.
“Do you thin?—”
He grabs me by the chin, forcing my mouth open. “Shut the fuck up. You don’t talk.” With his grip around my mouth, he tugs me off the desk. Metal fills my mouth before he shoves me to my knees, burying his fingers in my hair and tugging on it roughly.
With fumbling fingers, I unbutton his jeans and pull them down until his cock is in my hands. Flicking my tongue over the angry veins that pulse beneath the smooth surface of his skin, I leave a trail of blood behind.
This is what he wanted.
He’s always loved me.
I was his first and I’ll be his end. He just needed her gone before he could realise.