Page 39 of His Cursed Heart

And I kiss her.

And not just a peck, as I planned.

I devour her mouth like it's my last meal.

I force her lips to part to reveal every corner of her sarcastic mouth.

When her lips part to let out a small gasp, I connect my tongue with hers, until everything becomes too erotic

and the world has to look away.

Her angry tongue licks my lips in a painful way and I feel how my cock is hard as a rock. We break up suddenly when we hear a small whistle.

My eyes and Althea's are connected and we look at each other with wide eyes. Her nude lipstick is spread over her mouth, her lips are swollen and red, and her breathing is ragged.

Althea wipes her mouth angrily, and the priest announces with a strong voice that echoes throughout the church the words that make the beast in me thirsty.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. and Mrs. Moretti."

Althea is mine. My wife. Mine.

My breathing is slow as I try to walk past the people who are congratulate me for my marriage.

I see the reality in front of me getting blurry and I feel my muscles so tense that it hurts to make a move.

But I need to get out of here.

And everything because of that kiss. The kiss that felt to...real.

My first kiss with him isn’t supposed to feel like this. My first ever kiss isn’t supposed to feel like it can bring that dead part back.

But how does a first kiss need to feel?

I’ve painted a kiss scene just once, where the people’s faces are blurry and you can see their lips in an intimate duel. A first kiss is creating the weird butterflies effect in your stomach and you feel like he’s the one, when it’s the opposite.

A kiss isn’t supposed to bring you the happiness of a little girl, it’s meant to make you obsessed with the feeling of the other person’s human being. To feel like you can’t live anymore without their lips on you.

To feel their breath on you and realize in that moment that you’re actually alive.

But Keaton isn’t this person for me.

So why did his lips possessed me and made me surrender like a toy to him?

I arrive in front of the bathroom and I enter, not caring if someone is already in there.

I take big breaths of air as if I've been under water until now and I lean against the white marble basin of the bathroom.

I still feel the women's pitying eyes on me and the men's jealous ones on Keaton.

I would have killed them all with a smile on my face.

I look at myself in the mirror and my eyes are full of uncertainty. The same question repeating in my mind.

How am I going to survive when his beast is about to wake mine?

How can I kill my demons forever without becoming one myself?

The door opens suddenly and I see Allan standing there and looking at me like I'm a ghost.

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