Tongue (Ruthless Kings MC #8) - K.L. Savage Page 0,38

me lay in bed. “Shh, it’s okay. I know. What happened to you was so scary. It’s okay to have nightmares. I’ll have the doctors give you something to relax. You’re safe here, sweetheart. You’re okay.”

“I’m not,” I cry, clawing at the skin covering my heart. “I’m not.” Is this what Tongue meant by ruining me?

Why play with my mind only to leave me obsessed?

I feel like I’m experiencing a mental break.

Maybe he is someone that I’ve made up. Is he real?

“Shhhh, sweetheart. You’ll feel the medicine take effect any moment now. You poor thing. It’s okay. You sleep. Everything will be fine in the morning.”

Everything will not be fine.

Nothing is fine.

There was a tongue in my apartment.

There was blood on my hands that didn’t belong to me.

The man I want, the man I dream of, the man I talk to in the corner, doesn’t exist.

I think I’ve made him up.

My eyes hood and begin to close, sinking into oblivion. I’m about to be trapped in darkness, and the only thing I can think about is Tongue. If he wants to live in my mind, if he wants to stay in the dark, then I’m going to join him, and I never want to find a way out.

He has to be real. I felt him under my fingers. I heard his voice. What I feel is real, even if he isn’t.

“Has she taken her meds today?” the doctor asks the nurse as he flips through my file.

“I need him! I need him, please, please! Bring him to me, please,” I cry as the sedative tries to take me under.

“There’s no one else here, sweetheart. You’re okay. You’re okay.”

“She isn’t having an anxiety attack. It’s her psychosis if she hasn’t had her meds today.”

“He was here. He was right here. In the corner,” I explain, so they don’t think I’m crazy. I’m not crazy. I’m not. He was here. I swear.

“Oh, sweet girl,” the nurses croons at me, brushing her hands through my hair.

“Tongue. I need…” I slur, doing my best to force the words out from between my lips, but I fail.

My psychosis…

I haven’t had an issue with that for a few years. Of course, it would come back to play from one interaction with a man I only met once.

Tongue has no idea, but I was ruined before I ever met him.

I’m the devil she doesn’t know, and she still grips me by the horns, uncaring of the warnings I’ve given her. She doesn’t understand. She can’t seem to wrap her mind around just how bad I am for her.

If I stand on the steps of a church, I’ll burst into flames. My evil cannot be contained, but I have a feeling, if she allows, she’ll be the closest to a holy experience I’ll ever get.

She’s a saint.

A sweet, innocent beautiful woman who loves books, who is educated and happy. I’ll dumb her down, hold her back, and have her worried about me constantly.

Maybe I need to watch her from a further distance. No, I have to go away. I have to get the person threatening her to follow me. She’s in danger because I took an interest in her.

I lay one hand on my knee and keep one hand on the throttle. The wind blows through my hair, and it reminds me that when I get back, I’m going to cut it. Even though I’m leaving, I still want to be everything Daphne desires, so when I come back, and I will come back, she’ll want me.

I’ll kill the man who ruined her home and made her afraid, and then I’ll come back. NOLA isn’t my home, but maybe it’s where I need to be to get some space from my brothers here. For the first time in my life, when the driveway comes to view, I don’t want to turn left.

I don’t want to go home.

I rev the engine, and the exhaust rumbles, a sound every biker has come to love.

Blum, blum, blum, blum, the bike growls like a beast between my legs. The vibrations travel up my thighs, tickling the heavy sack that’s filled with cum. My cock is still hard and leaking from how close she was to me at the hospital.

I could feel the warmth between her legs, the tight peak of her nipples against my stomach and her skin. Mmmm, fuck, her skin. I could rub my hands all over her body for the rest of my life, and it wouldn’t be long