Page 38 of Dark Consequences

Lily

Look, I’ve received various levels of gifts throughout my life. Gag gifts, like a two-foot-long, four-inch-wide dildo with a suction cup on the bottom to sentimental gifts and everything in between. But I’ve never been given a dick in a box. Not even a fake one. And this one is very… very real. I don’t need to be a doctor to know that. The bloody end where it was once attached is too realistic to be fake.

“Yes.”

I close my eyes briefly at his honest admission.

“Why is there a dick in a box?” I turn to look at him. “If this is some kind of sick joke of yours—”

“It’s not. It belongs to Dr. Joe Rodriguez. Well, it belonged to the late Dr. Joe Rodriguez.”

“The late,” I repeat, the definition of the word dawning on me slowly. “You mean he’s dead?”

“He is.”

“How?” There’s only one way his dick ended up in a box, but I need to hear him say it.

“By my hand.”

I release a hard breath before leaning forward to place my head between my knees. Black shadows threaten my vision as the sound of my blood floods my ears in time with my pounding heart. It feels like a panic attack closing in from all sides, but it’s not that. It’s something different.

For so long, that man has lingered in the shadows at the very back of my mind. Every cruel and terrible man who came after him was because of him. Because he couldn’t handle the rejection of being told no by a woman. Because he was a coward and a monster, my life was forever changed.

Over the years, I sometimes imagined seeing him again. Imagined shoving my thumbs into his eyes so that he could never lay his seedy gaze on another woman again. Imagined cutting out his tongue so he could never speak to another woman again. Imagined cutting off his dick so he could never hurt another woman like he did me.

But now I don’t have to. The bastard is dead, and his dick lies in front of me, resting on the tissue paper like a gift. Thanks to Raphael and his completely unhinged, borderline psychopathic ways, he slayed a monster who has long since not deserved to breathe another second of air. He recognized my deep yearning for revenge and selflessly took it upon himself to fulfill my deepest desires…so that I didn’t have to. So I didn’t have to further taint my already damaged soul with more darkness.

My mom used to call me her little miracle. That I was blessed by the angels. And maybe she was right. Maybe I do have a special guardian angel watching over me and protecting me after all. Only mine is not bound by laws or rules. He does what he must to keep me safe.

“Lily?” Worry laces his tone. Like he’s concerned I’m angry with him or disgusted by the gift.

I’m not.

All at once, my heart slows as my vision returns and my hearing clears. It wasn’t a panic attack. It was a wall coming down. It was relief flooding my system as light returned to destroy the shadows that the monster once occupied.

I sit up and give the shriveled-up piece of flesh one last look. It no longer has any power over me. Dr. Rodriguez no longer holds power over me. He’s dead while I’m still here, still alive. He tried to break me, and for a while, he succeeded, but the woman I once was is still there and coming back stronger than ever, surging even.

“Lily?” Raphael tries again.

I turn to meet his concerned face and smile. Sliding off my seat, I fall to my knees between his legs, never once breaking eye contact.

I can tell I’m taking him by surprise from the way his eyes widen. For a second, I wonder if I’m making a mistake, reading too much into whatever this is between us, but the hope in those warm honey depths encourages me to continue.

Raphael’s hands jerk toward my arms like he’s fighting every impulse to pull me forward and take control like he wants to. But he’s letting me take the reins here. I’m calling the shots. And right now…I want to see if he’s as skilled with his tongue as he is with his words.

His breath rushes forward, skirting across my lips as I inch closer. His eyes drop to my mouth, and lust darkens his eyes. We’re merely centimeters apart, and I know it’s killing him how he could just lean forward, but he still waits. The rush of power that gives me pushes me to close the distance.

Our lips crash together, and both of us inhale at the same time as if the kiss is a breath of fresh air. His mouth is all-consuming, his lips soft and firm as he guides the kiss. He brings one hand to cup my chin and maneuvers me into an angle that gives him even more access to my mouth. It’s like he’s a starving man and I’m the first glass of water, the first meal he’s had in so long that he can’t help but devour every inch.

Our tongues move together naturally, like we’ve been doing this dance all our lives. And maybe we have, but only in our dreams.

My hands slide up his hard chest to bury in his messy locks. I tug lightly, pulling a deep groan free from his chest that reverberates down to my throbbing clit. I push forward, seeking more, but Raphael keeps one hand on my face and the other firmly placed between my shoulder blades.

He pulls away but only far enough to press his forehead against mine. The air between us mingles with our breath as our chests heave for air.

“I want nothing more than to strip you naked, lay you out on this lounge, and feast on your pussy like it’s my personal fucking nirvana.”

I shudder at the image he creates. “Do it.”

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