Chapter 13
A part of me feels bad for not saying goodbye to Cherry.
After my memories flooded back, the significance of our friendship took on new meaning.
The bond we share. The shit we did together.
The murder house. Our murder house. But it’s just another reason I left Crimson Valley and everyone there behind.
The me who existed there was troubled, traumatized, and broken. Cherry knows that better than anyone.
“What happened at that house, pretty girl?” Punk has been nothing but steady and supportive since we got back home to Lavender Heights.
He cooks all my meals for me, shampoos my hair in the shower, and makes me cum multiple times throughout the day and night.
He’s fucking perfect, and I’m still not sure what I did in a past life to deserve him.
After I got over the initial shock of reliving that night again, I mustered up the courage to tell Punk. Since Cherry and I didn’t speak of it, I’ve never said the words aloud.
I nod and fold my legs underneath me on the leather couch. “They were bullies, spoiled rich kids, well, rich for Crimson Valley, and they would constantly harass us. Especially Cherry. She didn’t want anything to do with them. But one night, they took what they wanted anyway. So we killed them.”
Punk’s face pales, his eyes murderous. “How did you do it?” The reports were made public, so I assume he’s already read them, but he wants to hear it from me.
I take a big swig of water and gulp it down.
“Cyanide. We spiked their drinks. And then Cherry went into full-blown massacre mode, stabbing them after they were already gone. This was after I’d gotten out of juvie.
I was an adult. So I had to get the fuck out of town.
She actually insisted I leave. And she took care of covering it up.
I still don’t know how. Or if she had help. But I’m grateful to her.”
Punk runs his hands through his hair, his lip twitching. “I’m sure she’s grateful for you too. Not many friends would go to the edge like that.”
“Juniper would. But I hope she never has to… I’ve missed her.
” I sigh into my water bottle. Ever since I got my memory back, I’ve felt sad and depressed.
Like I missed out on so much. I know it could have been much worse, and I’m lucky to be alive, but the time away from Punk and Juniper has been disorienting.
Punk pulls me into his lap and wraps his arms around me. “They held your job at Vinyl Delights for you. But you don’t have to work if you don’t want to. I’ll take care of you.”
A part of me wants to hide in our penthouse forever, but if I isolate myself, then my demons will tear me apart. “I’m looking forward to getting back there actually. I think it will be good for me.”
“Okay, love.” He brushes my hair back and kisses the scar on the side of my head. The spot is fuzzy from the new hair growing in. I still haven’t decided whether I want to let it or shave it again. I kind of like how it makes me look edgier. Like my outsides now match what’s lurking within.
I used to think there was something wrong with us. Maybe there is. But now I don’t give a fuck what others think. Our obsession with each other runs deep. We’ll never be free of it, nor do we want to be.
After everything I’ve been through, Punk has shown me that he’s the only one I can count on. The only one who matters. He saves me every day just by existing. I want to fuse our souls together so that when we eventually leave this life, we’ll still be together in the next one.
My heart skips when I catch a whiff of his scent as he nuzzles my neck. It’s earthy and sweet at the same time. Like he took a dip in cotton candy before running through the woods on a stormy night.
I take off my skirt before sliding to the floor and kneeling between his legs. He smirks as I gaze up at him, my mouth salivating. “Take it out for me.”
His breath hitches when he frees his cock from his jeans. He cups my chin as I spring forward and drag my tongue up his shaft, slowly lingering over each veiny ridge.
“Fucking hell, Roxy. You’re going to be the absolute death of me,” he confesses.
I grip his thighs for leverage and take all of him into my mouth, relishing the way he moans when his cock hits the back of my throat. He grabs the nape of my neck and threads his fingers through my hair, yanking on the strands.
My body convulses as I gag on him. Taking deep breaths through my nose, I slide forward and back, dragging the flat of my tongue along the underside of his shaft. Every tremor and twitch inspires me, adding fuel to my fire as I claim him.
He tilts his hips and jerks forward. “Fuck. Holy fucking hell. That’s my girl. Devour me.”
Tears stream down my cheeks as he rams the back of my throat. My pussy spasms with every brutal thrust to my mouth. I pull my panties to the side and slip two fingers inside.
“Oh, you’re such a good girl. Playing with that slick pussy while you get me off.” His cock stretches and throbs against my cheeks. He lets out a deep growl as his cum fills my mouth.
I whimper as I drink, swallowing his thick release while I fuck my own fingers. My clit spasms, and I let out a deep moan.
He pulls out and yanks my top down. “Mmm. Ride those fucking fingers for me.” He leans back against the couch and fists his cock while he watches me rock against my own hand.
I lick his cum from my swollen lips as my orgasm builds. “Punk…”
He reaches forward, looping his fingers through my panties. He pulls them farther to the side, holding them in place so he can get a better view. “Oh, baby.”
I gasp as he wraps his free hand around my throat and squeezes. He pushes me back against the coffee table.
“Oh, shit, Punk. Fuck.” A spasm shakes my whole body, tearing through me like a wrecking ball. I fall apart.
“That’s it. Cum for me.” He slips two fingers inside me, pushing mine farther in.
A wild cry unfurls from my throat as our slick fingers slide together inside my pussy. My body contorts, my hips knocking back against the coffee table. He plays me like a violin, controlling every pulse and throb that rolls through me.
“You’re so fucking filthy.” He grips my pussy hard in his palm, forcing my fingers in deep. “Mine. To fuck. To touch. And to kill for. Say it. Tell me who owns this cunt.”
I can’t stop shaking as another orgasm takes hold of me. My pussy throbs as I ride his hand. “Yours. Fuck. You own me, Punk. Every inch of me.”
He’s rough, brutal, wild with need. From the way he bruises my lips with his kiss to the grip he has on my neck. I’m breathless, raw, and cumming so hard I can barely see straight.
I collapse, my knees giving out. He gathers me off the floor and carries me to the bedroom, leaving kisses across my jaw the whole way there.
He lays me down on our bed, the sheets still crumpled from us fucking each other like animals this morning. But instead of lying next to me, he kneels at the edge of the bed. “Marry me, Roxy. Be mine in every way possible. And no one will ever be able to take you away from me again.”
Butterflies swim in my belly. I look up at him through heavy lids, half slitted and drowsy from my release. He’s holding a small heart-shaped box. “Are you serious?” My voice is hoarse, my throat dry.
He lifts the lid to reveal a ring with the biggest fucking diamond I’ve ever seen. “I should’ve done this from the start. I knew the second I saw you that you were going to be mine forever. But after the accident… I knew I had to make it official.”
I push myself up to a sitting position, my head dizzy from the rush of being so fucking love drunk on this man. “Yes,” I squeak out. “Of course I’ll be your wife, Punk. I love you.”
He grins like the Cheshire cat. “Good. I wasn’t planning on taking no for an answer anyway.” He slips the ring on my finger, then kisses the top of my hand. “I love you so fucking much.”
I giggle as he pounces on me, wrapping his body around mine. “You’re a psycho,” I tease.
He sucks on my earlobe before releasing it with a pop. “It’s all your fault. You make me this way. My pretty girl. Now you’re really never getting away from me.”
I turn onto my side and let him spoon me. I tuck his arm into my belly, my heart racing. “Good. Now let’s get to sleep so you can play with me some more.”
His cock throbs against my ass. “Mmm. Fuck. Why are you so perfect? You know exactly what turns me on, and you offer it to me on a silver platter.”
“Because you’re mine, Punk. I’m the only one who can give you what you want.” I drift off with him nuzzling me.
He leaves a trail of soft kisses on my jaw before whispering in my ear, “Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water. Jack fell down and broke his crown, and Jill came tumbling after…”
But nothing will break us ever again.
The fluorescent light dangles between us, hanging by its last limb. We sit across from each other at the small wooden table that sits between us in his new warehouse. Punk calls it our den of redemption. A place where we can be our true selves. A place where we don’t have to wear our masks.
I gaze across the room, admiring our work.
The corpse of my ex-boyfriend hangs from a meat hook, his flesh flayed open.
Call me petty, but it wasn’t my injury that cost me my scholarship.
It was his betrayal. LHU kicked me out for attacking the cunt he cheated on me with. But now I have his demise. Closure.
“You kept your promise, Mrs. Wilder. So you deserved a reward. But watching you gut him like a pig was mine.” Punk clasps my hand, our fingers interlocked.
I blow out a shaky breath. “I feel better now. I’m more myself.”
“It’s not enough to be legally bound to you, love. I want to leave a scar. To mark you.” His hazel eyes look ghostly under the muted light, haunting and beautiful.
Butterflies swarm my belly as I hold out my hand to him. “I want the same.”
He nods as he lifts my left hand and removes my wedding ring. I draw in a deep breath when he presses the tip of the knife to my finger. We don’t bother to numb ourselves. He and I both want to feel every sting. Every cut.
“Forever my pretty girl.” He carves the P into my ring finger with careful precision.
I bite my lip and grip the edge of the table with my free hand while he takes his time etching out the rest of his name around my ring finger. A whimper flutters out of me as the sharp blade digs deeper. It sparks a spasm between my thighs. A tingling that reverberates deep inside me.
“Mmm, you like the pain? Or is it the blood?” he coos.
I cross my legs and clench, turned on by the friction, by him, all of it. “Yes. Both. Fuck… Punk.”
He swings his chair around to my side of the table until he’s sitting behind me. “Open your legs.”
I let out a shuddering breath when he yanks my skirt up and pulls my panties to the side. “Ohhh, fuck.”
He reaches around to hand me the knife before placing his left hand on the table. “My turn. Brand me.”
With his right hand, he slips two fingers deep inside me. It’s slow and gentle and torturous.
“Like this? I don’t want to mess up.” I can barely keep my body from shaking as he presses against my G-spot.
“Shhh, you won’t. I trust you,” he says on a heavy breath.
I squirm and spread my legs wider, giving him better access. I bite my lip hard through a deep moan, my orgasm building. Fuck. Sweat drips down my back as I press the tip of the blade to his ring finger. “Forever my psycho.”
“Thatta girl. Mark me while I make you cum.” He drags his tongue up my neck, licking me from my collarbone all the way up to my jaw.
I shudder and squirm as I rock against his hand, my juices soaking my chair. I take a deep breath and hold the knife steady as I carve the R into his finger.
“Fuck, Roxy. You feel so good.” He pumps his fingers faster now, his pain dictating my pleasure.
By the time I get to the X of my name, it’s slightly jagged as I can’t keep my hips still anymore. I jerk back and forth, chasing his fingers, urging them farther inside me. I finish the Y and drop the knife onto the table.
“Fuck. I’m cumming.” I throw my head back against his shoulder.
He wraps his bloodied hand around my throat. “Oh, you’re so fucking wet for me.” He growls in my ear as I unravel. “That’s my pretty girl. Fuck the hand that feeds your soul.”
I lose control, my body convulsing and writhing as he manipulates every inch of me. He’s my need, my ache, and my release. “Oh, fuck…”
“Would you die for me, pretty girl?” He squeezes my throat until I see stars. I cum harder, my moans turning to screams as my clit throbs violently. Fuck air. I don’t need it. Only this. But it’s just a game we play.
My lungs burn when he releases his grip, my chest heaving. “I would drink the poison every single time. As long as I get to be with you forever.”
He takes my earlobe between his teeth and bites down, firm but gentle. “I love when you get all Shakespearean after you cum.”
“You’re my tragic love story, Punk. My toxic, twisted villain who would burn the world down for me. I will always choose you.” All my life, I’ve had to stifle the unhinged parts of myself. The dark, bloodthirsty parts. But not anymore.
“The world is ours to burn if we want to. And you’re mine to burn it all down for.” He yanks my head back and kisses me hard, his tongue moving like a rattlesnake, darting in and out, devouring me.
The holy vows we make to each other drown out the unholy acts we commit. And no one can tell us any different. No one will keep us away from each other ever again.
We’ll kill whoever tries.