Chapter 19 #2
I don’t get why I don’t feel repulsion towards Lucas, even if he murdered people. Probably because of the grotesque way Marshall is killing pure, innocent beings, and the fact that Lucas takes the lives of the ones who polluted the world.
“Good,” he says, covering my lips with his in a more tender and soft kiss, taking away the confusion from my thoughts.
He is only stopped by my growling stomach.
“I don’t think you found the right moment to be hungry. I need you in the basement before eating anything.”
I know he is referring to food, but my mind keeps going continuously to nasty stuff. My gaze betrays me, going down at him for a couple of seconds. When I move it back to his face, I see him smiling and rolling his eyes.
“I would love for you to take my dick in your mouth to feel the way I taste, but we have more important things to do now,” he says, rolling down the bed and holding his hand out for me.
I take it, and he pulls me up, gluing me to his chest. The other hand slowly goes on my body, from my breasts down under my pants, making me wetter than I already was. I’m now seeing in his desperate eyes a touch of possessiveness I never noticed before. It intrigues me even more.
He gets under my lingerie and runs his fingers over the smooth, sensitive zone. So slow that it makes me let out a muffled and long moan and get my pelvis closer to his hand.
He bites my bottom lip when he sees what I do, and one finger penetrates me slowly. We both moan in unison, giving in to how wet I am for him. It is a good thing that I’m not feeling that burning sensation from yesterday anymore.
He takes my lips into a soft, smooth, and passionate kiss, while his finger slowly moves inside me.
Unfortunately for me, he takes his hand out of my pants and his lips from over mine. The finger that was in me comes closer to my mouth and enters through my parted lips. His mouth grabs mine in a delicious kiss, only to feel his tongue entering, sharing with him the sweetness of my essence.
“Soaking wet and delicious just for me,” he moans slowly next to my lips. “The only regret I have, for the moment, is not having enough courage to greet you that night. That I didn’t manage to keep you all to myself,” he says while covering my cheek with his big and warm palm.
“Many times, when he left, I went to your house wanting to go to you and make you mine, but you seemed so relaxed and happy… I didn’t wanna risk it.
You hated me, and I didn’t want to see you sad anymore.
But now,” he wets his lips, “I can’t keep inside what I feel for you.
It was too painful to stay away from you, especially knowing what kind of man was next to you this whole time.
I want to protect you from him and to make you mine, and from the way your body reacts, I know it won’t be hard. ”
“How would I know that you won’t hurt me, or you won’t become like Blake and Paul? Who will guarantee it?”
“The fact that I will find the fucking antidote, however many I will have to kill in order to do that.”
“You sound like Marshall now,” I tell him, gulping.
I’m scared by what he said, but I’m also drawn to the dangerous air he is emanating.
“Love, there’s a big difference between Marshall and me. You know it too well. I truly love you, and I will protect you from those who want to lay a finger on you. I will take care of you, and I will teach you everything I know to be capable of defending yourself when I’m not around.”
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Love.
I truly love you.
That was all that went through my head, even when we got to the basement. I am lucky that the butterflies I had in my stomach destroyed my appetite, as it’s probably for the best.
I try not to stare at Lucas as we go to the place he had taken Paul. He gives off so much self-confidence, and I think I’m getting a little bit of that for what we’re about to face.
“What the hell?” Lucas says, looking at an empty chair in the middle of the room we just entered.
Did I say I borrowed some of his courage? It just evaporated into thin air and got replaced by shivering.
He walks around the room, even opening the closet doors that are too small for a man to hide in, while I stay in one place, incapable of moving because of the fear inside of me.
When he convinces himself no one is in the room anymore, he takes my hand, and we get out to the hallway and into the room that Blake should’ve been in.
Surprise.
No one is there either. Just the ropes he was once tied with.
When we get out of the room, I immediately feel goosebumps. I don’t even have to turn to know that it’s him, because my heart is already galloping once he starts talking.
“Anmara, baby,” Marshall says while he’s approaching us.
I finally turn to face him and try to act as normal as I can. I see the corners of his lips lifting and his arms opening for me to hug him.
For a moment, I don’t know what to do. I feel Lucas’s protective hand on my back, softly pushing me forward to act natural, as if nothing happened. As if the man in front of me isn’t a crazy psychopath capable of easily killing innocent beings for his own pleasure.
I try to pull myself together and smile as authentically as possible. I go to hug him, and he captures me in a strong grip as always, but this time, knowing what goes through his head, it makes me sick.
“Who’s your friend?” Marshall asks when we separate from the embrace.
I look into his black eyes and realise it is the first time I am truly seeing them. The emptiness behind his pupils doesn’t compare to anything else on this planet, but now, I am also feeling a deep fear inside of me just by staring at him.
“Lucas. Pleasure to meet you," he says while he's holding out his hand for Marshall when he sees that no word is gonna come out of my mouth. “You are Anmara’s fiancé, right? Marshall was it?”
“Yes,” Marshall addresses Lucas with a smile, shaking hands with him. “Where’s your ring?” he frowns at me after looking at my left hand.
My eyes go wide, and I look at my hand.
“Oh, I just bathed and took it off to not ruin it too much before the wedding.”
The worst and most pathetic excuse that I could’ve come up with, alongside a radiant smile. Behind my fake expression, I’m feeling a deep need to kill him. Badly.
My own thoughts scare me, but I try not let them affect me, especially since they are true.
I stole his need to kill, but mine exists for a completely different reason.
I can’t say that it would give me pleasure to do it with my own hands, even though he truly deserves it.
I would probably have nightmares that could become the most genius books…
Shit. The more I think about it, the more I believe it could be a good compromise for the popularity I would gain from those amazing ideas.
A man for fame.
I push aside the killer conscience within me and concentrate on the situation I am facing.
“Ok, let’s say I believe you,” Marshall winks at me. “Did you manage to write something?”
At least he’s not suspecting the real reason.
“Just a few ideas,” I lie, keeping a fake smile on my lips. “Why are you here?”
“Just a business meeting with a client, nothing special,” he lies as well. “Now, I would like to know what the hell you’re doing here together," he says in an authoritarian voice, his facial expression changing into a suspicious one.
“We…” I start by telling, but Marshall doesn’t let me continue.
“How much do you know?” He asks in such a low tone that it makes me take a few steps back towards Lucas, him protectively catching my arms. “And don’t you dare lie to me, Anmara!”
You were soooooo wrong.
“Me? Really?” I say, wanting to get closer to him, but Lucas’s hold keeps me in place. “Guess how much I know, you fucking psychopath!” I scream.
“So you found the pictures," he says, calmer, but showing his real neutral face, no longer trying to hide his true nature.
“That’s all you have to say? How about ‘yes, Anmara, you were about to marry a certifiable psychopath’ and don’t you dare say you don’t feel anything for…”
“I wanted to feel, ok?” he screams too. “I wanted to love you. That is why I continued working on those experiments. Maybe I got satisfaction from the failed situations, but that doesn’t mean that I didn’t have a good motive behind it.”
I laugh drily, remembering the passages from the journal where he said exactly those words. I don’t know if I should believe the sour words that come out of his mouth.
“Before you, like right before I met you, I no longer had the hope of succeeding. I wanted to give up and end my life. When you came into my life, I felt something truly special inside of you, and I didn’t wanna walk away from it anymore.
Yes, I didn’t show you my true face, but that is because I was sure you would’ve walked out of my life, too.
Do you know what I did to the last person who found out and tried to leave?
” he laughs lifelessly, and I feel like I am running out of breath only thinking of the worst.
“I ripped her heart out. Literally," he says, making my eyes go wide.
I would’ve collapsed if Lucas hadn’t held me.
“Did you want to have the same fate? Or you would’ve preferred to fake it and make you feel good, like I did?
That is why I asked you so late to marry me, because I am so close to getting what I wanted from the beginning.
You can’t even imagine how close. One more lost soul for a step forward.
One more year, that is all that I needed, but you just had to ruin everything! ”
All that he said made me move even further back, and Lucas put me behind him.
“Now that you found out, what will I do with you?” Marshall asks, grinning and tilting his head to one side.
“You don’t know who you’re playing with,” Lucas says in a dark tone.
“I think I know very well. Cathal’s puppy. Oh, sorry, the lost boy who wanted to run and failed. You go back to your daddy, be on your way, and leave Anmara to me.”
“Never!” Lucas says, and I feel like he can’t resist any longer.
He shifts to the psychopath and tries to punch him in the face, but Marshall subtracts himself by a hair and punches Lucas in his chest, making him run out of breath.
I walk closer to them when Marshall is prepared to strike again. Lucas barely manages to breathe properly. I turn my gaze to face Marshall, who stopped with his fist mid-air.
“I’m not coming with you, not even if you kill me,” I say, but then I realise what a bad choice of words I had, because of the stupid smirk that appeared on his face.
“That was my intention until I found out you were no longer a virgin, sweetie. Now I’ll just torture you.”
He wants to come and take me, but I manage to kick him in the face with my foot.
I have always liked my flexibility for other things, but it turns out I can use it for better reasons.
Marshall takes a few steps back due to the impact, putting both his hands over his nose. When I see it bleeding and twisted, I feel so proud of my abilities. They gave me an energy that made me want more, so I quickly remember more moves.
I get closer, and he doesn’t even realise that I went by him and jumped on his back to choke him with my hands. He tries to loosen my strength, but when he sees he can’t, he takes a few steps back until my back hits a wall and lets me out of breath.
“You stupid bitch!”
Marshall takes my hands and pulls them to throw me over his head.
By a miracle, I end up on my feet, but they hurt like hell.
I try to move the pain away and think quickly, but he’s faster.
He moves his hands to grab my neck, but he doesn’t get there as Lucas grabs them.
I hear them break and also see his thumbs twisted.
Marshall doesn’t even get to turn angry because I see Lucas punching him hard in the chest, knocking him out, and making him unconsciously lie on the ground.