Page 92 of Drown Like Heaven
I was done giving her space to breathe without me there. She was mine, willingly or unwillingly.
I’d been busy with demon shit the past few days, so hopefully she’d appreciated her last taste of freedom. It was all I was ever going to give her.
I could admit that I’d been pissed at her on the beach the last time I’d seen her. Pissed she was always trying to push me away, to hide from me, to put distance between us that wasn’t supposed to be there. Maybe I shouldn’t have let her leave. Maybe I should’ve forced her to stay with me.
But that hadn’t ended well for me in the past. It was one of the reasonsheleft me in the end, among many others.
I pulled out my phone to text her.
Me :Where are you?
It was the middle of the night, so I hoped she was safe and sound in her bed, sleeping peacefully. I knew what her bedroom looked like now, and I liked that. She had her journal on her nightstand, her locket draped over the surface, along with a little jar of shark teeth next to it.
There were other things, too. Random shit. Her black boots. Hair ties everywhere. Extra blankets piled on the bed. It was a small room, but I liked thinking about her in there.
I wasn’t sure she understood just how infatuated I was with her, or how thinking about another person touching her made my control splinter—almostfracture. I’d kill anyone who touched her.Fuck. My blood was heating at the thought of it. Hands on her waist, her ass, between her legs,on her fucking throat.
I’m the only one allowed to do that to her.
I flexed my fingers, then clenched them into fists. It was almost a fantasy, thinking about how I’d murder the person touching Dakota in my mind.Brutally, violently. God help the human male who thought he stood a chance against me.
But she wouldn’t do that, would she? Let someone else touch her like that?Hurther like that?
No. I didn’t think so.
I saw in her eyes how much she hated it, all the things she let me do to her. Yet, I could see how much shelovedit at the same time. My dick twitched, remembering her little body fighting me in the ocean, below the waves. Torn between trying to get away from me, trying to hurtme, and letting me make her feel a high she couldn’t get anywhere else.
No drugs. No alcohol. Just raw fear.
That’d get you more fucked up than anything.
Lungs burning, vision going dark, head swimming, body losing strength, heart beating so fast you thought it’d give out. Nothing else felt like that.
I wondered how far she’d let me go, how far shewantedme to go.
How bad would you let me hurt you?
Could you come like that? With me shoving your head under the water?
She’d told me she wanted me to hurt her, to force her, and I wanted her to clarify exactly what that meant. In the ocean, I hadn’t waited for her to explain shit to me; I’d just dragged her down and made her think I was about to drown her. But now I wanted to know.
I wanted to know exactly what she thought about with her hand between her thighs, what fucked up things filled her beautiful head.
All her secrets, all her bad thoughts.I want to know everything about you, own every truth you hide from everyone else.
I wanted to owneverything.
Her pain, her pleasure, her mind, her body, her goddamn soul.
I thought about her in the ocean again, all the precious air leaving her lungs and floating up to the surface far above our heads in a flurry of bubbles. The way she’d fought me. Nails scratching, body thrashing, chest spasming. Like she wasfighting for her life.
Perfect and exposed and helpless. Trapped in a void with me alone.
My phone vibrated, snapping me out of my violent fantasies.
Dakota :I’m nowhere
Me :Can I pick you up?
