Page 46 of Madness

I wanted to kill her sister. I want to wrap my hands around her neck and squeeze until her face bulges and her eyes pop from their sockets.

The heavy scent of musk and sex is in the air, hitting me like a wave, and I move closer instinctively to her – always her.

Mybeginning and end.

My nightshade is beautiful but deadly, and she holds the only lifeline I have in her hands – my heart.

I had planned to end my life long ago, not wanting to deal with the empty walls and only myself as company.

This was long before I managed to figure out how to escape without notice, and having Jameson’s ability to wipe any footage of me creeping through these halls at night is perfect when I visit my Atropa—needing her touch to calm me from the thoughts that spiral in my head like a vortex.

Red’s hair cascades over her shoulders, sprawled out on her bed, and I lick my lips, the urge to join them becoming too much.

I need to feel her around me, and there’s nothing in this world that feels as good as she does.

Desmond is still propped between her thighs, his still aching cock hanging between them.

Red’s eyes meet mine over his shoulder, a mix of challenge and invitation, “Finally decided to join us, have you?” Red purrs, her voice dripping with sultry mischief, and I eye Desmond warily.

He could hightail it out of here, his cock tucked between his legs. Sharing isn’t for everyone, but I fucking love it.

The way her face contorts with pleasure and how she moans my name as I drive myself intoher over and over again is something else entirely, and I never want to be without her.

Red’s fingers trace lazy circles on Desmond’s chest, drawing him back in like the deadly flower she is.

Sweet, intoxicating until she strikes.

She isn’t vicious like her sister, but instead, goodness radiates from her, and in a fucked up place like Wonderland, that little bit of light attracts the ones lost in the darkness like moths to a flame – none of us cares if we are burned in the process as long as we have her.

I nod in response to her question, my eyes never leaving her or Des, who still hasn’t said anything or moved, “Well?” she purrs, her nails gripping his chin and turning him to face her.

Desmond gulps heavily, his throat bobbing, and he nods, “Sure,” he manages to croak out, his voice rough.

I move closer, seeing the tremble in Desmond’s hands, “First time?” I ask. He nods again. “First time in general or just a three-some?” I ask again.

“Both.” He croaks.

Red licks her lips, her eyes blown with lust and possessiveness. The fact she’s taken his virginity is going to have her on a high for weeks, and I laugh at the way her baby blues slide to mine, her mouth curling up into a seductive grin.

“You ok if I take control?” I take another step, my eyes never leaving his.

I want to make this good for my Atropa, and I love having control, especially when it’s with someone else.

“Sure, man,” he says.

“Move to the edge of the bed.” I order, and he does as he’s told, “Come here, Atropa,” I beckon my girl, clicking my fingers to the floor at my feet – daring her.

Red slides her body over her sheets slowly, teasing me… us.

Then she’s before me, shifting from foot to foot. Her eyes downcast, and her hands clasped in front of her.

“Watch closely. This is how you handle our girl,” I whisper.

I brush my lips against her ear, “Kneel.”

Red says nothing, her knees hitting the floor with a soft thud, but she still makes no move to reach for me.

Desmond watches intently, his cock at full mast in front of him, precum leaking from the tip. His head leans back against the wall, watching on with a furrow in his brow.

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