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“I thought so at the time. Now it feels like it was the biggest mistake of my fucking life.”
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Blaze
She’dhadeveryopportunityto run while I was up here. The front door wasn’t even fucking locked after mum left. Why was she here, trying to tend to me like she cared? Why was she sitting on my fucking bed and apologising, when she could be free of me?
I mean, I’d chase her down. I’d ALWAYS chase her down, and bring her back. Reclaim her as mine.But she stayed.
She placed her hand on my back, rubbing lightly, and it hurt like a bitch. It was like she was literally slapping her hand against a brand new bruise, but it was also soothing in a way that I didn’t really understand.Yeah, I like pain, who doesn’t, but this was about her wanting to make me feel better.
I fought so hard not to wince at her touch, not to show her that it was hurting me, because it was also easing my emotional pain at the same time.
“Why didn’t you run?”
She froze for a moment, her hand’s travels over my bruised back pausing for a few seconds before they restarted. She was strangely silent though, and I had no idea what that meant, and if it might be a good or bad thing.
“Anneka?” She sighed, her hand slowing to a stop again.
“It didn’t even occur to me, Blaze. Once I realised how hard you must have landed on that hard floor, the risk and the pain you took to protect me, all I cared about was looking after you. Clearly I’m as insane as you and your family are.” I risked a look at her then, catching a small grin before it disappeared.
“You must be. You didn’t run. You’re here looking after me. You willingly came to my bedroom, and… and you’re bleeding!” Shit! The white t-shirt of mine that she wore was showing bloody patches above her tits, as in where she should be bandaged. Had I hurt her when we fell?
Anneka glanced down at her clothes, finally spotting the blood.
“It doesn’t hurt, or… I mean, it didn’t, but it stings a bit now I know. We must have caught the bandages. I’m fine, Blaze, so let’s worry about you for now. Can I check your shoulder and back?”
She was already starting to pull my t-shirt up, and it took both of us to ease it off over my working shoulder, and the one I really didn’t want to move right now.
“Oh my god! Blaze, this looks so sore.” Yeah, no shit.
“You idiot! I was rubbing that part of your back, and you didn’t say anything!”
I grabbed her sassy face and made sure she was looking right at me.
“Because you were touching me. I don’t care if every touch from you causes me pain.I’ll always let you touch me.”
She looked confused by my words, like maybe she didn’t get that she’d been my reason for fucking existing since we were kids.
I went from wanting her and loving her, to hating her enough that I wanted to cause her pain and suffering, and now it was deeper than love or hate. It was both and neither. It was an intense physical need to be in her presence, to orbit her like a planet orbits the fucking sun. It was bigger than everything, because we were meant to be, and no matter whether she wanted that or not, her only future would be with me. Me and our baby.
A baby; a future generation. A fragile life to protect and nurture. To pass on the things I’ve learned, so that the next incarnation of our family can be even better. Stronger. More savage.Blaze 2.0.
“You’ve gone quiet on me. What can I do to make this better, Blaze?”
I cupped her face in my palm, stroking her full pouty lips with my thumb. Just the sight of her lips as they pressed against my thumb, kissing it softly, was enough to make me need them elsewhere on my body. Wrapped around my cock, pleasuring me and soothing me, because right now I needed it.
I needed to know that she was in this with me and not humouring me, or enabling me, but because she fucking wants me.
“Kinda want this mouth, Anneka.”
Anneka
I’D SAY IT WAS a surprise, but it was Blaze, and his sexual needs were always right there on the edge of everything, whether it was a simple conversation, or some kind of argument or escape attempt. Was he always horny? If that were the case, how had he waited for me, for us?
“You want me to… to suck you?” I wasn’t entirely sold on the idea, but I felt like it might help to heal the rift I’d created, when I somehow convinced myself that he’d sent a serial killer after me. Another serial killer, I should say.
Blaze just fixed me with a darkly wicked stare, his lips tipping up a little.
