Page 122 of His Cursed Heart

I don't stand liars, but what I despite more are betrayals.

I let him go further into his hiding because I was busy with some fuckers, but now that I'm back, he won't see what I have for him.

Althea rounds the couch and sits on my right, looking at me and Vincent with uncertainty.

"What have you two done?" She asks with a smile and looks over at Vincent who looks back at her with a frown.

My heart beats even faster at his sad face, but I know he needs to talk with his sister. Althea can console him better than anyone.

"What's wrong, bug?" She looks quickly at me for answers.

Vincent gets closer to us, until he stays between me and Althea. His blue eyes look at his sister and without saying a word, his arms fly to wrap her neck in a tight hug. He holds her like his life depends on it, and I think it really is.

Surprised, Althea looks at the kid attached to her like a second skin. Her arms squeeze Vincent in her chest and neck, and her eyes look at me with worry. My gaze softens and I lean down on the couch, watching with a full heart the two people who make me a better man.

Althea moves, with Vincent still in her arms, and puts her head on my chest, staying still. I remain frozen as I try to process what's happening. It's true that me and Althea got close since she told me about her past, but the connection feels stronger now. She looks for comfort from me, her smiles are now a basic thing on her face.

She's coming back to life.

Althea starts to become the girl who was always meant to be. She's turning into a version who was stolen before she even experienced it. And I'll be here, showing her all the things she deserves.

I put my hand on her head, petting her hair while little snores come from the boy who is salivating on her shoulder.

Told him that's too much TV.

I tug Althea's brown hair softly, making her look at me. Her coffee brown eyes are staring into my soul; a

soul that can't live without her anymore. I slowly lower my head and I take her lips into a sweet kiss that makes her cheeks red.

"How about you take him to bed so we can have our fun?" I smirk when her eyes grow with lust at my question.

She moves quickly, but I catch her hand before she goes up the stairs. She eyes me while I rise from the couch and go next to her.

"Dirty girl," I whisper and she looks confused at me. "My kind of fun is your hands marking me with ink."

Althea's eyes grow with excitement at the thought. I've been thinking about getting a new tattoo since I've learnt she knows how to manage a tattoo gun.

My sexy artist.

The though of her over me, with her hands on my hot skin and the needles stabbing my skin makes my cock twitch. I'm sure that this woman was made for me.

"Wait for me in the art room." I smirk and slap her ass when she turns and runs over the stairs. She goes into Vincent's room and I go into hers.

The moment I step in her little sanctuary, I let out a long groan of pleasure. The painting with me between her legs is finished, being hanged over a wall to dry. She drew my face with so much detail that it feels like I'm looking in the mirror. She painted my face so good that I can see the hunger in my eyes. The burning ash from her pelvic zone is the beginning of the painting and her hand tangled in my hair is the end. I moan hard when her concentrated face appears on my retina. I think my little fox had a hand on the brush and a hand in her panties when she painted this.

I move my gaze to the other paintings in her room and my beast falls in love.

Blood.

Naked forms.

Sweat and tears.

Althea paints the most beautiful images that I've ever witness. The details make the canvases look like pictures. 3D styled blood that makes me linger my eyes at the scene and then I realize that's my body.

Althea painted my body without some tattoos that hide underneath any shirt. The blood dripping down my muscled forearms makes my skin feel the blood.

Jesus Christ, if she painted herself like this, I want that damn canvas over our bed so I can pray to her every night.

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