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Fuck, I’m throbbing. I want her.

I’m drenched with my thirst for blood, violence, and sex.

“Your son will be handled accordingly.” A flash of life sparks across Oliver’s face. His hand rises in a futile attempt to grab my wrist. “Oh, and the rules you were talking about? The fucking tradition?”

Oliver struggles to stay alive. Presses his free hand to the gaping wound.

“My king.” Ophelia, who’s too turned on to stay in place, cups my painful erection. Squeezes.

I groan.

“Fuck the tradition. Fuck the rules.” I jab the knife into his right eye, then I expose his throat to me, stabbing every availablearea that his hand doesn’t cover. “I’m making my own rules. This is my world now. You’re done being a part of it.”

His last breath is pathetic. A mixture of blood and misery.

Who cares about his last breath.

I throw the knife somewhere. Anywhere.

“Sonnet.” I’m on my knees in seconds, shoving her to the floor until she’s lying on her back. I scrunch her dress up her thighs. “You did so well.” I kiss her, sliding my fingers under her panties. “My good girl. My slut. God, you’re good. You’re soaked.”

“Ruined.” She nods, looking at me as if I were her God.

For as long as I’m alive, I will be.

I go down her body, rip her panties off, and eat her out. I don’t stop when she comes. When she cries. When she both moans my name and curses me over and over again.

I stop when I decide it’s the right time.

After her third orgasm, I fuck her into the floor. I choke her and tell her she’s a good fucking girl.

I pump my seed into her while she comes.

While Oliver is there, slumped in the chair, lifeless.

Victory tastes sweet on my tongue.

Being deep inside Ophelia’s cunt is far sweeter.

“I’m never letting go,” I whisper, trailing hot kisses along her neck, cleaning his blood off her. “You’re mine, Ophelia. Mine.”

37

OPHELIA

Amonth ago, I had no direction in life.

I knew I had to do something with myself. Be something. Become someone.

Have a family someday in the future.

Maybe find a boyfriend who didn’t shut me out and refuse to fuck me.

No, that wasn’t what I was really after.

Settling for scraps and selling myself short. That’s what I was all about.

I fought so hard to get the old Topher back because once upon a time, he’d made me believe that he’d seen the real me. He’d lied to me. Tricked me into believing that he liked what was underneath.

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