like you really are ready to start repenting for your sins with me, aren't you, sugarpie?" Shawn purred in my ear as he held out a hand for me, waiting for me to take it and let him lead me inside.
I gave myself one single second to feel it. My love for the four boys who had been mine for as long as I could remember. The joy I felt in their arms, the safety I found in their embraces and the pleasure they gifted my body. All of it made me ache and burn with need until I was sure I would combust with the heat of it.
I loved them so hard it hurt. It had been hurting for ten long, lonely years and now I knew why. Because it was too much and the cost of it was too high. I'd stolen a taste of something which I could never afford to keep and now it was time for me to pay up. The Devil didn't care for my money though, no matter how much I could steal. He just wanted my soul in payment for theirs and though it was a battered, broken thing, I was willing to sacrifice it for them. And all I could hope was that it would be enough.
With a deep breath, I cast aside my love for them and let the rain wash it from my flesh. It was beyond time for me to accept my lot in life and this was it. I was the girl who didn't get to claim love or live a pretty dream, I was the one no one wanted but too many craved. I was the stain on this place of sunshine and lost dreams. And now I was the sacrifice required for their chance at peace.
I stepped through the gates and placed my hand into Shawn's, sucking in a breath as he dragged me against his chest with a wide smile claiming his chiselled features.
"Oh, sugarpie, I've missed you so," he murmured, his gaze dropping down to take in the press of my nipples against JJ's shirt which the rain was making cling to my skin.
"Promise me you'll stop the war like you said you would," I growled, knowing I had very few chips to play with but banking on this one piece to be worth enough.
"Cross my heart and hope to die," Shawn swore, painting a cross over the void in his chest which should have held a heart. "So long as you play nice with me. So what do you say? Are you ready to be a good girl for me?"
A shudder ran down my spine as I forced all of my emotions and heartache away and gave myself back to the emptiness I’d existed in for so long before coming back here. I could be that girl again. I would do it for them. So as that numbness crept over me and I accepted my lot in the world once and for all, I nodded.
"Yes," I breathed, ignoring the fears which clung to my skin with the passing of that word from my lips. "I'm yours."
M y oh my, what a day to fucking rejoice. My sugarpie was home and ripe for the breaking. She was all sharp tongue and backbone these days and I’d been getting hard just thinking about crushing her spirit. Mia had been a fun toy for a while, but Rogue Easton was the Buzz Lightyear of toys and I planned on inking my name onto her foot, so she knew exactly who she belonged to.
For now, I’d bide my time, play the long game as I started to wear at her walls, find paths beneath her flesh again. It was a fine art, one I’d honed and crafted over the years. I always sensed the broken ones and their weakness for love. They had a desperate desire to be needed, to have a constant place to rest their heads and be part of something. And I provided that all while inching them toward a state of insecurity, making sure the only compliments they ever believed were the ones that came from my lips and knowing that I could strip down their confidence with nothing but a single cutting word.
Mm, yeah, I was gonna like having Rogue on her knees again. I’d break her fully this time, give her my undivided attention. When I’d had her before, I’d been busy building up The Dead Dogs and fucking anything