sadism. If anything, they’re breaking and shredding apart.
Just like my damn soul.
He licks each of my cheeks and underneath my eyes with infinite care like he doesn’t want to miss a drop.
His metallic eyes meet mine again. “I’ll protect you.”
Those words drive me over the edge. I come with a sob tearing from my throat.
He said he’ll protect me.
But who will protect me from him?
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Aiden
Her eyes are fluttered closed as she snuggles in my embrace.
She fought it when I pulled her into me.
Of course, she did.
Elsa is the type who feels like she’s failing herself if she doesn’t fight.
But she should know by now that her fight is futile.
Eventually, her energy waned and she fell into a deep, exhausted sleep.
We’re still on the sofa. The leather creaks as I manoeuvre her so she’s half-lying atop of me. Her head rests on my chest and my leg wraps around hers.
I can’t get close enough to Elsa.
Or touch her deep enough.
Not when a great part of her mind is numb to me.
I tilt my head to the side to get a better view of her.
Her uniform is in disarray, and the sorry excuse of a skirt barely hides her bare pussy. I’m tempted to finger her tight walls and make her come all over again and again.
The exhaustion on her brows stops me.
Dishevelled blonde strands fall on my chest. I run my fingers through her hair, stroking it back. She smells of coconut, sex, and me.
She smells of me and I’ll do anything to make sure she always does.
Elsa moans and mumbles something in her sleep.
My dick hardens in an instant.
She can lie to me all she likes, but her subconscious is the truth.
The truth is in the way she wraps her leg around mine. Or how she keeps her hand at the small of my back as if she doesn’t want to let me go.
Or maybe I’m being fucking delusional.
I become that way around this girl.
She had this effect on me long before she realised it herself.
For what seems like forever, she’s been carefully tucked beneath my skin like an unreachable itch.
I knew there would be a day where I would have to cut that itch clean, but I never planned for it to go this way.
I never planned for this fucking girl to get to me the way she did.
Jonathan and Uncle James — when he was alive — taught me and Lev to plan our moves before making them.
I’ve been raised on strategic thinking. Every move and every piece has a purpose.
Jonathan used to say that a king isn’t a king by title only, it’s also because of the power he has to bring everyone to their knees in front of him.
For my entire life, when I plan to do something, the result is clear before I even take the first step.
Until her.
Elsa fucking Steel.
She was supposed to be another chess game with a known result, but she’s turning out to be more unpredictable than any game I played before.
She barged on my board, shuffled my formation, and wreaked havoc in my court.
Everything changed when she refused to be a fucking pawn like she was supposed to.
I drag my thumb along her bottom lip and her mouth parts as if inviting me in.
Since I first saw her, she’s been pulling me in with her seemingly innocent ways.
Truth is, her ways are more destructive than innocent. And the worst part is, I don’t think she even recognises that.
She shifts again and her tits push against the shirt. I undo the first three buttons. My fingers freeze on the fourth button as the faded scar comes into view just above her pale left breast.
I run my fingers on the smooth, deep tissue. It’s been a while since I left a mark on that scar.
Hmm. I need to change that soon.
This scar holds an entire story of its own that I doubt her guardians would ever tell her.
This scar was the beginning of the end.
Elsa just doesn’t know it yet.
Since I saw this scar on the first day of senior year, I’ve been fucking everything up.
My thumb presses into the skin harder than I intended. Elsa mumbles something and I remove the pressure.
With careful fingers, I re-button the shirt. She doesn’t need to catch me staring at her scar like the freak she already thinks I am.
Besides, she’s too self-conscious about her scar. There’s no need to dig that wound open.
Not today.
I wrap my hand around her neck and caress the pulse