24. Chloe
Chloe
I t’s been a few weeks since Zack came off the drugs completely. He did it all of his own accord. I told him that I’ll always accept him, no matter what path he chooses. After all, I did fall in love with the chaotic side of him that the drugs brought out.
Zack’s demons have been slain, and my oppressors are in the past. Sometimes I wonder if life at the convent is still the same.
Did Father Daniels’ death and my disappearance make any waves?
I like to think that I inspired the other girls to fight back, but then I worry, what if it’s made things so much worse for them?
This train of thought always leaves me with an empty feeling gnawing at my gut. It’s like something’s missing.
I’m just leaving the diner when someone grabs my wrist, and pulls me toward them. My body melts into the warm cinnamon-scented hug.
“I missed you,” I murmur into Zack’s warm chest.
He pinches my chin and tilts my head up. His hair is a mess from the sea breeze on the docks, and I run my fingers through it as I push up on my tiptoes to kiss him .
“Mmm, you really did miss me. Let’s get home so I can show you how much I missed you too.” His blue eyes sparkle with promise as the morning sun catches in them.
He holds out a bunch of carnations and I take them with a smile.
It’s become routine for him to bring me a different type of flower when he picks me up from work.
He says that he likes seeing my expression each time I see something new.
I don’t have the heart to tell him that there was a flower garden at the convent. I vastly prefer these flowers anyway.
We walk home with our hands locked tight together. Then, as soon as we’re through the front door, Zack is shoving me against the wall and dropping to his knees.
Within seconds, the skirt of my mini dress is flipped up and my panties torn off. Zack presses his face to my pussy and inhales deeply. “Can I live the rest of my life with my face buried in your sweet, little cunt?”
My clit pulses from the pressure of his nose rubbing against it, but there’s not enough stimulation. Dropping the carnations, I grab him by the hair and try to get him to start moving. “Less talking, more eating.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He chuckles.
I lean back against the wall and hold Zack’s head in place as he alternates between licking and kissing my pussy.
“Oh, Zack, baby,” I sigh. “That feels so good.”
He bites my clit, surprising a yelp out of me, and smirks.
“There’s no Zack or baby here, little sinner. You pray to your God properly while he worships your cunt.”
I tilt my head and grip his hair harder. “Shouldn’t you be the one praying since you’re already on your knees?”
His face darkens with a cryptic smile. “How could I possibly pray when you and your cunt render me speechless?”
My cheeks blush, and with a dirty smile, he grabs my thighs and buries his face back into me.
I hook a leg over one of his shoulders and let myself enjoy the slow build of an orgasm.
“Oh, God,” I moan.
“That’s more like it.” I can barely make out his words through the wet sounds filling the hall.
Grabbing Zack’s hair, I grind myself against him, forcing his tongue into me harder and deeper.
I’m close. So close. But Zack keeps changing up what he’s doing every time I’m about to come.
When it happens for the fifth time, I groan out loudly, “I need to come!”
Zack stops what he’s doing and stands up. My breath catches as he towers over me, his eyes darkening as he wipes his dripping chin with the back of his hand and licks it all up.
Before I can even blink, he hauls me over his shoulder and carries me into the bedroom.
I land on the bed with a bounce and don’t get chance to get my bearings before Zack is stripping us of both our clothes and pulling me onto his chest reverse cowgirl style. I look back at his hungry eyes staring at my exposed ass and pussy as I straddle him.
“See something you like?” I tease. Rolling my hips, my clit rubs against his chest, and I bite my lip to stop myself from moaning.
“Mhmm.” He swallows. “I want to eat your ass while you suck my dick and come all over my face.” Grabbing my hips, he drags me backward until I’m situated over his mouth, and I don’t get a second to protest before he’s swirling his tongue around my ass and pushing my upper back down with one hand.
His cock bobs in front of my face. The musky smell makes my mouth water. I lick up a drop of precum forming on the tip, and Zack shudders beneath me.
He may be the one in control of my orgasms, but I’m the one in control of him. With a smug grin, I lovingly kiss his cock before sucking leisurely on the head.
His fingers dig into the flesh of my ass cheeks as he gets more and more turned on. “Fuck, that’s it. I was so right about those cock-sucking lips. They were made for me.”
I sway my hips, begging him for more while I lower my mouth onto the rest of him, not stopping until his cock pops into my throat and I’m gagging loudly.
Every sensation blurs into one as Zack starts eating my ass like it’s his last meal.
We could be like this for minutes or hours.
I have no clue. All I can do is feel until I’m squirting all over Zack’s face and he’s holding me down as he finishes in my throat, his come filling my belly and leaving me more than satisfied.
I’m boneless and unable to climb off him.
He lifts me and tucks me into his side. When I can finally see something other than stars, I can’t help but giggle.
Zack’s face is wet and shiny. His hair is soaked, and his lashes are thick with everything that just poured out of me and straight onto his face.
“Want me to grab a towel?” I start to sit up, but he pulls me back into his arms.
“No way. This is the perfect facial, and I want all of it to absorb into my skin.”
With a bewildered smile on my face, I watch as Zack settles back into the pillows, closes his eyes and massages my come into his cheeks .
“You really are crazy.”
“Says the woman who just tried to drown her boyfriend when he’s already been traumatized by it.”
“Don’t joke about that!”
I tug on one of his nipple piercings.
“Ouch! Alright, alright. I won’t joke about it as long as you promise to keep soaking me like that.
Fuck, it was good.” Zack licks his lips, tasting me.
I push up on my elbow and lean over his face.
His eyes soften as we smile at each other, and then he’s kissing me until we both end up passing out, our bodies pressed tightly together, afraid of the other ever letting go.
When I wake up to an empty bed in the middle of the day, panic floods my nervous system. The curtains are closed, but enough light slips in around the edges to let me see that Zack’s not in the room. My stomach drops as I clutch the sheet on his side of the bed. It’s cold.
He’s promised to stay with me, but I always knew those dark feelings of his wouldn’t vanish overnight, and I can’t help but worry.
“Zack?” I call out as I scramble out of bed and throw on one of his baggy t-shirts.
He doesn’t answer.
“Zack?” I call out a little louder, my voice shaky.
I’m a few steps away from the door when it swings open and Zack steps in.
Oh, thank fuck.
His smile drops when he sees my worried face .
“What’s wrong?”
I jump into his arms, wrapping my limbs tight around him and he holds me close.
“You weren’t there when I woke up. I thought you?—”
His muscles tighten and he strokes my back. “Never, darlin’. I’m never leaving you.”
Zack climbs back into bed, with me still attached to him and pulls the blanket over us. I snuggle him hard and try to get back to sleep, but I can’t switch my mind off.
His new guitar, that is propped up in the corner of the room, catches my eye.
It brings a sad smile to my face, remembering how nervous he was when I found it in the closet.
He told me about the band he was part of with his old high school friends and the guilt that he still holds for prioritizing his happiness over his twin’s.
I tell him all the time that none of it was his fault.
Because if it was, then it’s my fault I was abused at the convent, and it was Kat’s fault that she was raped.
Zack and I both have a lot of trauma to work through, but we’ll get there with each other to lean on.
“What’s wrong?” Zack’s raspy voice caresses my neck.
I take a moment to think things over before saying anything. I’m not about to lie and say everything’s fine, but I don’t want to pressure him after what he’s been through.
“Darlin’?”
I turn in his arms to face him.
“Are you happy?” I ask.
He sits up, panic and possession warring on his face. “Why would you ask that? Of course, I’m happy, Chloe. Are you not? I’m sorry it took me so long to quit the drugs. I really wanted to sooner, you’re all I need. I won’t touch anything again. I’m going to do this for you. I promise. I?—”
I straddle his lap and place my hand over his mouth .
“Zack, baby, stop. I’m so fucking proud of you. You make me the happiest girl in the world. I’m not talking about that. I…I need to know if you want more…”
The worry fades from his features, but questions linger in his eyes.
“Murder,” I clarify. “I’ve been thinking about it a lot.
I love our life here, truly. I’ve got to experience being a normal person.
Everything I’ve missed out on, you’ve given me.
But you also gave me a hunger I don’t know how to ignore.
Believe me, I’ve tried to suppress it. We only killed because we had to, but I can’t deny how much I enjoyed it and how much I miss it.
There are a lot of bad people in the world. Maybe we could do it again?”
His pierced brow slowly raises, and I feel him smile beneath my palm. He gently takes hold of my wrist and moves my hand away.
The crazy look on his face takes me back to the killer I fell for and tells me everything I need to know.
It’s still a part of him too. Neither of us intended to grow into killers.
It was the world around us that forced our hand, but the blood that stains our palms never fully washed away.
There’s always a reminder of our sins. And it makes me want more.
“Oh, little sinner,” he drawls as he studies my face.
It makes me blush nervously. “You miss the blood?” His hand brushes against the scar on my leg that he gave me the night he caught me.
“The screams of pain?” His fingers tease higher until they’re brushing against my pussy.
“The scent of death in the air as you snuff a life out?” He pushes two inside me and we both groan in satisfaction.
“You do,” he confirms as he feels how wet I am.
“I do.”
“Uh-uh. Save those words for our wedding day.”
Our wedding? He hasn’t asked me to marry him.
With his fingers still inside me, Zack reaches with his other hand to the nightstand where he pulls out his old pill tin from the top drawer. I know he wouldn’t keep drugs in there anymore, which means…
My body tenses, my pussy squeezing him. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me as he strokes my inner walls soothingly before pulling out, leaving me whining.
He licks his fingers clean then flips open the lid.
“I wasn’t sure how exactly to propose. In the movies it’s always some big grand affair.
I wanted you to have that, but no matter what I thought of, it was never good enough.
This feels right, though. Chloe, darlin’, this is more than a proposal, it’s a vow of life and death.
You saved me and my life will always belong to you.
Now, I want to give you the greatest gift of all. ”
“And what exactly is that?”
He takes my hand and holds the ring to the tip of my finger. The band is covered in metallic black thorns with a red rose nestled in them on the top. I wait with bated breath for him to push it on the rest of the way.
“Death.”
My eyes shoot up to his.
“A sinner like you deserves a wedding just as depraved as she is. It’ll be a night to die for, and I know the perfect venue.”
“You can’t mean?”
He nods, and my heart stops.
“Chloe, I know you still think about it. You’re too good a person to let it go and too wicked to not want to kill them yourself.
I crave it too. The violence, the elation I felt watching you come into your own as you tortured my sister’s rapist with me.
You stood by my side and helped me get the revenge I needed.
It’s my turn to do the same for you. I wanted to wait until you were ready to embrace this part of us before I said anything. Are you ready to sin with me again?”
“Yes.”