The Devil's CrownPart Two - Monica James Page 0,129
to make you hate me. And by doing so, you’re now free. And that has me embracing death with a smile because all I want is your happiness.
“I don’t want this life for you. I don’t want it for myself, yet I don’t have a choice. But you do. So live for me, красавица. Live your long life, knowing you were loved. And you were loved with every fiber of my being.
“We hurt the ones we love, I understand this now because you, Ella, have done the impossible…you have taught me how to love. And for this, I thank you.
“My soul, my heart is yours…forevermore. Yours eternally, Aleksei.”
She ends the letter, sniffing back her torrent of tears. It’s clear this is the first time she’s read it.
Eventually, she peers up, her beautiful eyes drowning. She turns the envelope over and shows me Willow’s handwriting.
“This was entrusted to me. It’s now time you read it. Willow,” she says, her voice trembling. “I found it tucked away in my bag. Willow put it in there when she packed my bag.”
I nod as it doesn’t surprise me that Willow would do something like this. She has always seen the good in me, even when I didn’t. She knew Ella and I would face hardships, but she was hoping this letter written before all of this occurred would help Ella understand my motives and how much she means to me.
“So it’s true?” she asks, her lower lip quivering. “You l-love me like this? You love me as ruthlessly as you kill?”
“Yes.” Taking a breath, I offer myself to her. “I…love you. I always have. I’m sorry it’s taken me a while to say it.”
I’m ashamed as she’s far braver than I am when it comes to confessing her feelings. She isn’t afraid to be vulnerable, but this is, was my worst fear.
She nods, taking a moment to process what I just said. “You want to be a better man, but you’re wrong,” she says, making my heart drop.
But what she counters with ensures I will worship at her feet eternally.
“You are a better man. You always have been. And even though you scare me, even though I know you have a rage you cannot control, that’s just a small part of who you are. And I love that part. I love all parts…of you.”
She springs up and comes running toward me, jumping into my arms. I catch her, lifting her as she locks her legs around my waist. She slams her mouth over mine, kissing me desperately. I thread my fingers through her soft hair, angling her face so I can dominate every inch of her.
Her tongue circles mine before she bites my bottom lip. She wants it rough.
Suddenly, I remember I’m soiled in another man’s blood, and that just won’t do.
Still kissing madly, I walk us toward the en suite and lift the hem of Ella’s T-shirt, hinting I want it off. Now. She complies, only pulling away long enough to slip it over her head before kissing me once again.
I unhook her bra as she fumbles with the buttons on my shirt. When we’re pressed chest to chest, the heat of her body colliding with mine, I realize that this is what true happiness feels like. Being this way with Ella, vulnerable and exposed, was something that used to terrify me but not anymore.
I’ve never felt freer than I do right now.
She shimmies down my body, and we quickly undress. The moment her underwear hits the floor, I’m pushing her into the shower, allowing the rainfall of water to shower us both. I’m already hard, and when she takes my cock into her hands and begins to stroke up and down, I groan, incredulous to how good it feels.
I’ve been with hundreds of women, but none of them has ever felt like Ella. She is soft, hard, tender, rough—she is everything gift wrapped in this perfect package solely for me.
Our kisses are passion-filled, but as always, behind the yearning is untainted love. She continues to work my shaft while I slip two fingers into her wet sex. She moans around my tongue, sucking it into her mouth.
Her strokes are perfect, and if she continues touching me this way, I’m going to come within seconds. So, spinning her around, I press her chest to the glass shower wall, grip the back of her neck, and sink into her sex with urgency.
When she gasps, I pause, allowing her muscles to adjust to my size.