Page 93 of Born for Lace

“Yes, we have to do this now! Because right now, I’ve claimed you, split you open, and I’m…” He shakes over me with barely contained rage. “I’m feeling violent.” I swallow. His eyes turn black. “I’m feeling like I need to hurt him. Say you will tell me everything, and I will not leave this room until I calm down.”

“I will tell you,” I whisper, pressing my lips to his and talking against them. “Are you mine, then?” I tease. “Lagos the Rogue. Are you mine, if I am yours?”

A strange expression softens his eyes, and a small grin plays in the corner of his mouth.

“That is why,” he mutters, almost to himself, almost to an incessant question reeling in his mind.

“What is why?”

“You somehow—” He shakes his head, confusion darting around his now lighter, steel-coloured gaze. “You get in my chest. Settled me. With four fucking words.” He huffs. “To control me, I’ve been brainwashed, iron coursing through my very blood, but you… You do it with four softly spoken words. How the fuck did you do that?”

My heart expands, but I just shrug, trying not to fall any further, to not lose my figurative footing entirely. “I don’t know.”

His subtle grin slides wider. “Do youwantme to be yours, little flower?”

Pop goes my heart—a bloody mess everywhere. “Yes,” I whisper.

“Then I am yours.”

ChapterTwenty-Eight

Lagos

Twenty-four years ago

You’re an abomination.

The stench of blood, cum, and sweat burns my nostrils. I sit on the edge of the bed, the mattress sunken beneath my weight, with my elbows on my knees and my eyes level with the door ahead.

Any minute now...

Hewill come.

And I will kill him.

Sweat pours down my forehead, and chills rush along my skin. Strange images and shapes plague me.

I’ve been like this since I escaped, burning up from the inside out. My brain is trying to kill me with shock, sensation, fever, thoughts… So many fucked up thoughts that I swear are not mine but come from inside a chamber embedded in my cranium. One I can’t touch or talk to but communicates with me.

But I’m awake.

And in a nightmare.

I don’t know anymore.

Strange words knell in my head from voices that are both mine and somehow… not.

I am locked in a body that is not human though something inside me roars with humanity. Weeps for what I have done.

Continue to do.

You’re filth.

My eyes fall to the dead girl on the bed, my cum leaking from inside her, red finger marks painting her slim throat. I fucked her and choked her to death.

They made me do it.

Kill yourself.

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