Just the thought of sinking inside her, her walls squeezing my cock so fucking tight while those sweet moans she’d made last night sounded in my ears, almost had me coming down the shower drain. But I couldn’t. I wouldn’t.
I’d told her she was safe here. My home was her sanctuary.
It was even more than just her father’s orders to protect her.
She had an uncanny ability of awakening some sort of white knight complex in me.
Knight?
I was more like the villain who would sully everything good in her if I allowed her to get any closer to me, either physically or emotionally.
The most confounding thing about all of it was that she wasn’t even my usual type.
She was so innocent. So soft. Her kindness and her determination to help me and try to ease my pain was something I wasn’t used to. No one showed concern for me. Not that I wanted anyone to. I couldn’t afford to be that openly intimate with anyone. It was just that I had no idea how to handle it. People didn’t give a fuck about me. Hell, most didn’t really consider me human. More like a stone-cold robot, or the devil, himself, above it all.
I could only hope that last night had put her off pushing it any further. The last thing she needed was to get mixed up with the likes of me.
I was a dangerous man.
A twisted man.
It was who I’d always be.
That much had been made clear to me after what I’d dealt out yesterday to those enforcers.
Some things couldn’t be taken back.
Especially the things I’d done, the atrocities I’d committed.
Once that depth of darkness crept into your soul, no amount of redeeming light could get it out.
I was a lost cause.
Fuck.
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