Chapter 31 #4
A tear slid down my cheek. “The agony. The sheer fucking agony as the acid burned my skin. It felt like someone had set me on fire. I was burning alive. But my body felt so cold. That acrid, horrible scent. I can’t forget it.
Those first few minutes are seared into my brain, constantly playing in the background.
At least the people around me were kind enough to keep pouring water over my face and my arm until the paramedics arrived.
After that, it’s still all a blur until I woke up. ”
“Keep going,” Knox said in a hoarse voice as he placed a soft kiss on my head, running his fingers in my hair.
Tears streamed steadily down my face as I sniffled.
“Well, for the first few days, I was covered in bandages. It was when I saw my face that I broke. My mind shattered. Shock. Trauma. Disgust. Hate. Self-pity. Depression. Suicidal thoughts. You name it. I went through it. I’m still going through it.
But a few months after my attack, I joined the Wildcats.
They helped me get my revenge, which I exacted. Slowly. Painfully.”
Knox tilted my chin up, and his eyes were burning with fury. “Describe it to me. In detail.”
A smile came over my face. “For three months, I burned him with drops of acid. Until every inch of his face, his torso, and his arm was covered with the burns. I kept a mirror on the ceiling so he could see his face. See what he was becoming. Until he begged me to kill him.”
“And did you?”
I shook my head. “I couldn’t. I guess I had gotten used to torturing him and subsequently torturing myself by not letting it go.
I was terrified of what I would do with my life if not torture the guy who ruined it.
So when he begged me to kill him, Samaira pulled the trigger. She wanted me to move on.”
A small smile came over his face, his eyes glowing with, dare I say, pride. “Three months, huh?”
“Too much?”
“Too little.”
I smiled and nodded. “And here I am now, Knox. Once again, I’m facing my stalker, who would put my ex-stalker to shame. You can imagine the mind-bending shitstorm you’ve put me in.”
His eyebrows quirked. “Quite a predicament you’re in, huh?”
“What do you suggest I do?”
He curled a strand of my hair behind my ear. “Let me stalk you. Let me obsess over you. Let me make you feel good.”
“You can get me addicted to the way you look at me. It’s dangerous for my sanity when you could just as easily discard me. Or worse, arrest me.”
He pulled me closer with a growl, his eyes burning into my soul.
“Do you realize what my obsession looks like? It does not have an expiration date. You are the single most intriguing person I’ve ever met in my life.
You match the darkness in me. I would bend and break every law, every order, and every principle for you. Just to be near you.”
“What if I say no? What if I ask you to leave me alone? What if I tell you I have no interest in you? What if I’m interested in somebody else?”
Understanding dawned in his eyes, and he gave me a ruthless smile.
He brushed his lips against mine. “Your ex-stalker and I do have something in common, Tara. I won’t tolerate any other fucker’s eyes on you, let alone him being in the same vicinity as you.
If another man dares to look at you, I’ll pull out his eyeballs.
If he touches you, I’ll slice off his fingers.
If he dares to press his lips against a single part of you, I will cut his head off his fucking body and burn it to the ground. ”
My heart pumped like a wild beast at his declaration. He kissed my blushing cheek, a victorious smile on his face as he continued, “But one thing I do promise you, my little beauty. I would rather give myself a thousand deaths before I ever harm you. Sound good?”
I floated in a cloud of safety and ecstasy. He was a pillar of comfort and kink, giving me everything my heart secretly desired. I pressed a kiss along his throat and nodded. “Sounds perfect.”
He clutched my hair in his fist and pulled my head back before looking at me with burning eyes. His hard cock rubbed against my back, and he rolled his hips under me. “Good girl. Now, I haven’t forgotten that you were a naughty girl, giving me only a whiff on my pillow.”
I whimpered as he arched me back farther, pushing my tits against his lips. He gave me a sharp bite, sending shivers across my skin.
He laid me on his lap, grabbed my hips, and lifted them closer to his mouth. “Spread your legs, Tara. A fucking whiff isn’t enough. I’m going to drown in your sweet, little cunt and fucking feast my heart out.”
His words washed over my dripping pussy, and I moaned, spreading my legs unashamedly, grinding my hips up onto his face, begging, pleading for him. For his attention. His warmth. His fucking hunger. His unquenchable thirst. All for me. “Please, Knox.”
“Such a perfect fucking girl for me, Tara.” With those words, he dove between my legs and showed me how true his words were. He licked me. Bit me. Thrust into me with his warm tongue. Devoured me. Consumed me whole. Until he claimed me, my pussy, and my bruised, delicate heart.