Page 65 of Serena
She tells me everything: the rape, the men responsible—everything. She looks so shattered as she recalls what was doneto her. If those motherfuckers were alive, I’d bring them to the edge of death over and over again. Torture them to death.
I sit and listen as she tells me about her and Elias. I listen to how close I was to losing her. I know she thinks she wouldn't have pulled herself out of the hole without Elias, but I don't believe that. Serena is a fighter,a survivor. I want to burn this fucking town to the ground. I want her to forget this place ever existed. I’ll bring anyone who’s ever hurt her to their knees.
“Baby, let’s go home. I need to get you out of here.”
“I can’t go back to Veridian Bay, not yet. I’m visiting my parents tomorrow.” She’s barely audible. She sounds so meek.
“Well, I didn’t plan to meet your parents under these circumstances.” She gives me an eye roll. There she is.
The car ride is accompanied by silence. We enter her hotel room, and she goes straight for the shower. She needs her space, but moving forward, that’s as much space as she’ll get. I close my eyes and replay recent events. Everything that happened over the last couple of days is inconsequential compared to the feeling of not having her with me.
The guilt is starting to gnaw at me. How do I tell Serena that I know everything? That the minute I saw her, I made it my mission to find out every detail about her life. The bathroom door opens, and she comes out in nothing but a T-shirt. Even in an old, worn-out boy band shirt, she is the most beautiful woman in the world. I’m so fucked. I can’t tell her.
She doesn’t speak, just walks to me. I’m so mesmerized by the movements of her spectacular body. She climbs onto the bed, and without a word, she straddles me. That’s when I see the knife in her hand. The one I gave her months ago after the concert. Her finger pushes on the flipper of the knife, bringing the blade into view. She moves the blade to my neck. It lies horizontally, so if she were to apply pressure, it would break skin, and I could bleed out. If that would make her happy, thenI’d happily lie here and welcome death. Fuck, I know I’m crazy; I'm so turned on by this.
“Well, look at you. I guess you’re comfortable with knives after all.” She doesn’t respond. She looks pissed.
“How long have you been stalking me?”
“Since the day I saw you, and it’s not stalking. It’s observing.” Who am I kidding? I’ve been stalking her with assistance, of course.
“Ian, you’re insane. The stalking and the killing.” She puts pressure on the knife.
“For you. I’m crazy about you and only you.” My hands move to her thighs, her soft, thick, juicy thighs. She adds more pressure.
“What about the other women? Mila?” She’s jealous, and I couldn’t be happier. I don’t like that she sounds so insecure about herself. She has no reason to be.
“There are no other women. There hasn’t been since the day I saw you. I made the comment to piss you off.” She needs to believe me. “Baby, it’s only you, and it will only ever be you.”
“Take your hands off me,” she demands. I do as she asks. “You’ve killed people.” It’s not a question.
“Yes, and I’ll do it again. It’s who I am.” Her grip on the weapon doesn’t falter.
“I will never hurt you, Serena. You are the only person in this world I will never hurt.”
“You’re threatening people around me.”
“No, I made threats to kill men who touch you. I stand by that.”
“Ian, you can’t go around murdering people.” If she only knew the extent to which I’ve gone for her. To make sure the demons from her past don’t return.
“Baby, anyone who touches you or thinks about hurting you will be skinned alive.”
“Why?” she whispers.
“Because you deserve to be someone's everything, and I’m that someone. If you want to be the one to slit someone's throat for hurting you, tell me who, and I'll lay them at your feet. Shit, I’ll hand you my favorite knife. If you want to shoot them, I’ll load the gun. You are my everything, Serena Nerva. Let me beyoureverything.” Her eyes are so full of emotion. She deserves the world, and I’m going to be the one to give it to her.
She starts to move her hips, and I feel her soaking my shorts. Fuck.
“Does holding a knife to my throat turn you on?”
“Yes.” She continues to move her hips, and I see the moment she feels my erection. It’s pressing on her back entrance. She needed this. To feel in control, and I’m more than willing to let her have it.
“Fuck, baby, I knew you were lethal, but this… Goddamn. You’re so fucking perfect.”
She uses the knife to trace some of my tattoos. So fucking sexy. Then she puts it down to take off her shirt. Picking it back up again, she lifts her hips, moves her hand into my shorts, and pulls out my cock. I let out a groan. She strokes me without taking her eyes off me. She positions my cock at her entrance and lowers herself onto me. She takes me inch by inch until she’s fully seated. With a fierce intensity, she lifts herself up and slams herself down on me. The hand holding the knife slips and pushes onto my throat, breaking skin. I don’t react; I take everything she’s giving me. Her eyes widen, not with fear, but with lust. She throws the small weapon on the ground and starts to move her hips. I feel a trickle of warm liquid slide down my neck. Serena bends her head and licks the crimson. Then she brings her lips to mine. My blood on her lips, on her tongue. I taste the copper. She steadies herself on my shoulders and slams down on mycock over and over. I’m so close, and I know she is too, and she continues to ride me.
“Ian. I need more.” I grab her hips and buck into her. We find our rhythm. We go over the edge together. Her pussy tightens around my cock, and I give her everything. She takes my hands and places them on her ass. Her mouth is at my ear, whispering, “You promised next time we were in bed. Plus, I’ve never done it before.” She nips my ear. “Take it, it’s yours.” Her smile is mischievous.
