Chapter 18
Dominik
I walk back to the apartment with Love on my arms, but it might as well just be her corpse, she’s not really here. She’s somewhere within her rage, hate, guilt and all the blood she keeps staring at.
From the moment Josh took her away from Dylan I knew something had broken, but something also changed. She didn’t seem afraid of the outside, of others, of the unknown, of all the threats coming our way. She seemed afraid of herself. And that scares the shit out of me.
To see her this detached from reality, dead-eyed, it’s like I’m looking at myself and lets just say that’s concerning.
“Don’t,” I request when Sammy and Maya try to come our way when I walk inside with Love.
Maya and Sammy sit back down and I carry Love into our room, into the private bathroom.
Adjusting the water temperature before putting her under the water still on my arms. When the fresh blood is erased from her skin I get a small disposable chair and sit Love on it partly under the shower’s water.
I rub her hands, and pass her favourite shower gel on them several times, I need to, the blood doesn’t want to come out, but I refuse to use harsher resorts on her.
I take off her clothes and clean her body, she remains rock solid in whatever position I put her in.
So she’s standing under the water, looking at me, yet not really at me, she’s looking past me, trapped somewhere.
I still don’t push, it’s not the time yet.
You can say I’m a pervert for washing her in this state.
Yet I don’t want her to click back to reality covered in any kind of blood, I want every trace of Dylan and her mother’s death away.
I leave for one second to grab Love a change of clothes, find a dress and robe that will fit perfectly, when I come back inside the bathroom she’s still under the shower but now she’s standing, she stood by herself and is now wearing a towel.
“Cherry?” I call knocking on her walls, but they barely budge, “Vie?” I try again taking a careful step towards her.
She looks at me, she really looks at me.
She’s both shaken and shaking. “Change I won’t look,” I say and turn around, to my surprise I have no trick, I’m really not looking.
Something about Love can erase any kind of lust craving in moments that aren’t convenient, and I consider this one as such.
She lost it, I’ll be by her side while she finds her way back to her normal self.
There’s a small touch on my arm, her hand is laid there.
I turn around, she’s dressed and looks more like herself.
The shine isn’t back but I didn’t expect it to.
I do see life in her. There’s hope in her eyes.
Hope things will get better, and I’ll make sure they will.
This world? It will be bent in any way she needs, I’ll make it.
There isn’t a thing I’m not capable of doing for this woman.
I secretly want to embrace the chaos. And I want her to embrace it too. It’s our life. It isn’t going to change, when one problem is solved another threat arises. It’s going to be that way forever.
“Embrace the chaos,” I whisper to her and she raises her left eyebrow. “You’ll get it one day. Sammy and Maya are outside, but you don’t have to get out of the room, they know what happened.”
“I just want to sleep,” she says and pulls me by my hand towards the bed. She doesn’t need to pull for long. I’m there before she is when I notice her intent.
I don’t say a word. It pains me, not to be able to talk with her, not to be able to ask her if she’s ok.
“How are you feeling?” I question, I’ve never played by the rules anyway. And her look is frightening me and that’s saying a lot, nothing frightens me.
“I’m feeling less scared. I made peace with my mom’s death, I think. But I do feel like crap for what I did to that boy,” she says and I get ready to scrutinise every single thing wrong with that boy and how she did a favour to humankind by ending his existence.
“That boy’s name was Dylan. I’m not telling you this to humanise him.
It’s quite the opposite. Dylan could’ve been the antichrist and I wouldn’t be surprised.
Back to the point... Dylan was planning your brother’s murder to happen exactly one week from now.
He had every excruciating detail about his death laid out.
From kidnapping, to filming himself torturing Josh to death, so he can show your father and me how useless and helpless we are.
And how fragile our empires have become.
He had everything planned. A six-month plan to conquer the world.
Damned Mitkus have god complex problems,” I say letting the last sentence out unintentionally.
“Still regret it, I can’t understand if that was what I was supposed to be like from the beginning,” she says and I have to stop her from talking further, so when she sits on the bed I envelop her like a cocoon.
“It’s a part of you because you’re a part of this world but you’re so much more than that,” I start and she laughs.
“Really? Then who am I?” she asks and I think I’m not meant to reply, “No, seriously. I, myself have no clue,” she continues her body shakes under my hold, I caress her arm and hold her tighter.
“You’re the girl who cares about everyone and anyone’s wellbeing and happiness, even those who do not deserve your time or thought.
You’re the girl who helped Rian cling to life, even when you were struggling yourself.
And even if I hate the guy, it’s exactly because of that you should be damn proud, you made him want to live.
You gave him a reason to stay, a reason for life to be worth living.
And until he had no other, you kept him alive.
You’re also the girl who didn’t sleep for days to make sure Maya was sleeping, eating, bathing, and drinking properly while recovering from her parents’ death.
You’re the girl who offered me a smile when I was calculating how to end your life unnoticed.
You welcomed me in your life and it became quite evident I didn’t- no couldn’t, even bear the thought of hurting you.
You’re the girl who kept looking at me with a smile for two years despise my ever emotionless expression.
You’re the girl who brought me back to life when I thought I’d already been buried alive.
You’re the first person who showed true compassion for my parents' death, not pity, not interest, not a fragility to use against me. You’re the girl that keeps saving my life and everyone’s lives around you just by existing-”
“You’re exaggerating!” she exclaims slowly turning to face me, her ice blue eyes seem to melt a little. I melt a lot.
“No exaggeration. You’re the definition of the word love.
Your father? He lives for you and Josh, but especially you, why?
Because you remind him there’s hope in this world, and hope is not always finding other people to live your life with.
Sometimes hope is being in this world for 45 years and seeing your love, seeing you recover from trauma after trauma, and still being able to feel.
If I had to describe you in a word, I wouldn’t choose love though-"
“What would you choose?” she asks curiously the spark coming back to her eyes, and suddenly I know why she’s the little spark.
“Hope. Because you’re the person everyone looks at when they need hope, and you’re always there, you’re a lifeboat to everyone who’s sinking.
You saved lives, Love. One that I’m 100% sure.
You saved mine. You’re the girl who made me feel something other than pain and revolt.
You’re my girl,” I end and Love kisses me, gently.
I don’t deepen, but at this point every touch of Love’s is an awakening to my cock.
So when she hugs me I lie slightly sideways.
“I love you, Dom,” she whispers, the more she repeats those words the more I want to hear them.
“I love you too, ma Vie,” I say and Love climbs on top of me and rubs her hips against my hard cock, is she teasing me? I’m imagining it, right?
“We never got to finish our conversation this morning-,” she doesn’t need to say another word, I shift our position, and I slide my hands to the hem of her panties, her soaked panties.
“Don’t comment, you sticking up for me is hot,” I start to feel myself harden more, and I drag her panties down.
I roam my tongue around her thighs, all over her pussy feasting on her juices, I’d do this forever if I could.
Actually I’ll do this forever, no one ever stopped me from getting what I want.
I slide my tongue across the outside of her lips, and hover around her clit feeling Love squirt on my face, I can feel my cock rock hard, and can almost sense the precum around it.
I’ve never nearly came because someone squirted on me.
Quite the opposite, I had to fake it or force it with others. Love is the exception, my exception.
I flicker my tongue over her clit circling it, her hands try to grasp me any piece of me they can get and that’s currently my hair.
The more she pulls, the faster I go, the harder I get, until it almost hurts.
I lower my head to her opening, and put my tongue just inside, I don’t have the courage or want to stop her from moaning.
She almost cries out for me as I reach just inside and back out.
“Dom-”
“Yes?” I ask knowing I’m being a huge tease.
“Don’t smirk,” she laughs and I move up to her, kissing her, fighting her tongue for power, she always gives in, but she always gives a good fight.
I make her taste herself, and take off my shorts.
As I expected, I almost came on them, I bring my fingers back to her lips and make her taste me, she licks my fingers and I almost lose it.
“Dominik, please,” Love whispers and when I direct my cock to her entry she moans.
“Please what?”
“Fuck me,” that’s music to my ears. My demons will feast tonight and it won’t be blood.
It’s something much better, much more intense if that’s possible.
And it is because I feel it as I slide inside her.
The want turns into a wave of pleasure going through me every time I go in and out of her.
I keep pounding ever so intensely, grabbing Love by her hips and thrusting her body against mine with every slide.
Her blue eyes are back to life, and I want to keep them that way. Her ecstatic face and her delicate moan ever so louder almost get me over the edge by themselves. “Harder,” she says but I don’t feel comfortable doing so, not with her.
“I’ll break you,” I inform and she whispers “Please do,” in my ear, I’m not responsible for my acts after that.
I thrust furiously, almost animalistically inside Love.
She’s almost screaming when I put my hand over her mouth, someone got home.
I don’t know where I found the willpower not to hear her scream, scream my name.
But I did, maybe the thought of her brother stopping us, and maybe forbidding us from being together as if he could.
I hold Love’s hips with my left hand, while covering her mouth with the other. “Your needy cunt is swallowing every inch of my dick so damn good,” I grunt out, trying to stay in control of the strength I inflict on her.
When she almost screams again I know she’s close, my precum fills her inside, and I almost give in to the fucking pleasure.
“Dom,” Love asks and I feel her pulsate around me, tighten, and I come with her, inside her, down her thighs, she wanted this, but I don’t feel well when I see her swollen and see small blood spots on the sheets.
“I wanted it,” Love says cupping my face and rising it to hers so that she can kiss me, she switches our positions as I usually do, now she’s lying on top of me.
Her angels crave my demons, and Satan himself can tell you that is dangerous.
“I wanted the whole package remember?” she questions and I kiss her forehead and then the tip of her nose, end with a kiss and bite on her lips.
“I’m remembering,” I say and hug her close.
“What did I do to deserve you?” she asks and I actually chuckle.
“Something chaotically mean in a past life,” I say and she slaps me.
“Don’t talk like that,” she says and for some reason little dick thinks it’s time for a second round, it is not!
“Where are you going?” I ask when I see Love get up unevenly. I scoop her into my arms and look confused at her.
“We’re taking a bath,” fuck no. I need out of this situation.
“You’re sore-”
“I say a bath. Plus, I’m not sore here,” she says putting my right hand on her butt cheek.
“What did I do to deserve you?” I question, sincerely mesmerised, blood pumping so hard in my veins I fear I might have a heart attack if I don’t discharge this frenetic energy soon, so I move towards the bathroom door, Love’s lips curl.
“You saved me too, Dom. I was drowning my whole life, and for two and a half years I can finally breathe,” she doesn’t need to say anything else.
I don’t need anything else. Or anyone. It’s her and I.
Forever. It’s not a question. It’s not a promise.
It’s an oath. It’s her and me until chaos does us apart.
Which will be never. Because I dance past it and I’ll always take her with me.