Chapter 27 Once You Die #3
“I’ve missed you. I missed you so much. I was so worried about you. I swear to God, I was so fucking worried about you.” I kissed her and my cock twitched, about to fall off because she was kissing me back. “Fuck, baby… What did you do to me?” I asked in one breath, then kissed her cheek, her neck.
“Nothing remember? You, on the other hand, raped me.”
Quickly, I bent her arm to her back, stood behind her, and pointed my gun up to her neck.
The sound of me cocking the gun interrupted the silence.
All that was her, trembled. Dipping my face into her hair, I took in the sweet smell of her and reveled in the silkiness of it against my cheek.
The scent of grapefruit entered my nostrils, but there was an underlying smell.
Honey. My cock was pulsing and leaking for her.
Fuck... this girl. I was completely inebriated on her already, but my hunger obviously had no limits, no control.
“It’s been fun watching you enjoy hurting me, but we’re gonna stop that for a few minutes.”
She was shaking like a leaf in winter. “I am not going to let myself be raped again!”
“That’s not what happened last time. No one let’s themselves be raped. What they did. What I did was horrible, and it was not your fault at all.”
“Oh, yeah, you’re such a fucking saint, aren’t you?” She scoffed. “Like you gave a fuck.”
“I mean it.”
“What the fuck do you want?” she yelled, and turned her cheek, attempting to look at my face.
“I just want to talk.” I lied. I wanted so much more than that.
“Well, that’s not going to happen either.”
“Why?”
“Because the knife was poisoned. You’ll be dead in three minutes.”
I held my breath as I went through the long list of consequences should my death really come to me.
For a minute, there was only silence, then she burst out cackling.
I released her, and she stepped away, still laughing like a psycho.
Pointing the gun at her, I picked up the knife and threw it to the kitchen.
She laughed uncontrollably, as if she didn’t have a gun pointed at her.
“You’re lying.” I wasn’t confident but hoped to find out by her reaction.
Within an instant, she broke the laughter. “You know I’m not. How does it feel to know you’ll be dead in two minutes?”
“One minute, and the answer is, I’m glad I’m dying by your side,” I said before rushing to her. Snatched her hair, I squeezed hard it in my fist while digging the gun into her neck again and kissing her lips once, gently. “You drive me fucking crazy.”
She slapped me. “Don’t fucking touch me again.”
To make sure the gun wouldn’t accidentally blow her head off, I stepped away as I added to my declaration of obsession. “I should have never come here, but I couldn’t help it.”
“I don’t give a flying fuck!” she screeched.
“And before I die, I would like to let you know that my biggest regret in my life has been not saving you from them. I should have given my life to save y—”
“So why didn’t you? Huh?” She leaned her face forward, shaking it while arching her eyebrow. Then all the anger filled her beautiful face, pouring out of her eyes. “You fucking, coward!”
“It’s complicated.
She shrieked and scratched at my face, lifting skin, leaving raw streaks. “Fuck you!”
I turned away from her lethal nails and closed the space between us to kiss her again.
Her back crashed against the wall, then I pinned her in place.
I couldn’t help it, I kissed her deeply, my tongue entering her mouth, inviting it to play and she curled her tongue around mine.
No one could tell me the air around us didn’t sizzle.
I was helpless and wanted her so badly. We were breathing so loud and fast. And then that whimper, that motherfucking whimper, shook my entire body.
I kissed her until my lips were numb, until tiny pinpricks told me that was enough.
I answered her whimper with my own. It was dizzying and feeding me everything I’d ever wanted, yet sucking away my soul.
She melted into me, with her whimper became one of wanting, and I smelled her need for me.
For a second, she was willing to be all mine to become my little dirty whore.
But my little one punched me hard, and when I didn’t move, she searched for the wound on my chest and pushed her nail into the gash. My groan grew longer and louder as she pushed deeper then widened the wound until I stepped away. “I said don’t fucking touch me!”
“You also said I would be dead by now, so, you can’t blame me for wanting to kiss you one more time before I die.”
For a minute, we stood there, like two feral panthers in the night, breathing heavily and fast, fighting over the territory of her body.
The air crackled around us. She glared at me while I silently begged her for everything, for forgiveness, her body, her mind, her fucking soul.
“You feel it too, don’t you?” I asked, and jutted my chin toward her.
“What are you doing here?”
“If I can find you, so can they. You realize that, right? I see you didn’t listen to me. Didn’t change your appearance.”
“That’s what you’re here to tell me? That my hair is still black?”
“No.”
“Then what, fucking pendejo?” The insult forced a titter out of me.
“First, answer me. Do you feel it?”
“All I feel is a need to fucking kill you!” I was surprised at the lack of fear and remembered Mael saying she was a closeted psycho. Images of her stabbing his body countless times crossed my mind.
That was it. I tried so hard, I even licked between my lips and bit my tongue, but I just couldn’t help it. The laughter exploded out of me. She searched for the knife, and her gaze dropped to the gun in my hand.
“How was Belfast?”
The corners of her lips turned down slightly, and her eyes locked on mine. Despite her expressionless face, I still wanted to confirm that no one had hurt her. “What happened in Belfast? Did someone hurt you?” I asked, my words tumbling out and filled to the brim with concern.
“I—”
“What? Tell me!”
“I don’t have to tell you shit! Get the fuck out!”
“Wait, Maggie—”
“Don’t call me that. I have a fucking name, unlike you.
You fucking puto cabron. Go!” She pointed at the door.
I rushed to her again and within seconds had under my complete control her wrists crossed behind her back.
She gasped, but I quieted her with my hand around her throat.
The gun was in my back pocket. Her ass cheeks were pressed against my hardened dick.
I squeezed her throat then released it so she could speak.
“Still feel nothing?” I waited for her answer, wishing her to confess that she felt the same way I did, that she, too, had thought of me every day since we’d met.
“I think about you every day, Little One. Every fucking day. I wish we would have met under different circumstances. I wish I weren’t the person I am.
You’re the only thing that has ever made me want a different life.
You’ve taken over my mind, my sanity, my soul. I fell in love with you that night.”
“You mean the night you and your friends raped me? You sick fuck! The night you were going to let them kill me?”
“I wouldn’t have let them kill you—”
“Oh, but a brutal gang rape is fine. You came here expecting I would swoon for my rapist? Are you out of your fucking mind?”
“For you. Yes.” I sighed. She was right. This was impossible, and besides, I had nothing to offer her. My life was sealed to remain forever in hell, surrounded by demons.
“Let me go! Let me go!” She kept shouting and writhing, and I faced the fact that this was not going to happen as I’d fantasized so many times.
“Shhh... Calm down, Little One. I came here because I’ve been wanting you since the night we met. I—”
“I said let me fucking go!” She wrapped her leg around mine and tried to make me fall. She didn’t know I had the syringe in my hand. I popped off the top and jammed the needle into her arm right above her wrist. “Ahhhh! No! No...” Her body collapsed into my arms as her screams became whispers.
“Shhh. I’ll make it worth your while. I won’t hurt you.”
Tears slid from her eyes staring up at me, then they fluttered and she swallowed deep. She was trying to fight it, but the drug was too strong. “Please. Don’t.” Her eyes rolled back, but she brought them back and opened wide while she tried to jerk away, but there was not much she could do.
“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I’m sorry it has to be like this between us.” I picked her up and placed her on the bed while I tended to my wounds, stopped the bleeding, and wrapped my arm with shreds of my shirt.
By the time I returned to her, she was asleep. The drug ensured she’d think all this was a dream. It was supposed to make her languid, sleepy but also erase any inhibition, any shame, and erase the ability to lie.
I’d been a fool to think she’d give herself to me willingly, but she was mine and I was hers.
I understood why she would never admit she felt the same, but I knew the truth.
On the bed, she looked like an angelic sleeping beauty.
Her head was to the side while her body lay there for me to admire, to touch, to enjoy.
“Feel better, baby? I won’t hurt you.” I climbed onto the mattress next to her and admired her while caressing her soft cheek with the back of my hand.
“I wish I could erase everything we did to you, give you a new memory to replace the past. I want you to come in my mouth until you faint, and wake up happy and relaxed without a care in the world, and then I want you to forget me… and them.”
“Are you going to make love to me now?” Her question surprised me. I stared at her, wondering if I’d given her the wrong dose and if she was waking up.
“I don’t deserve it. But I do want to worship you.”