Page 12 of Beatitude

So I did, I mentally pleaded:Please, please, please, Everly… don't do it, don’t leave me alone. Don’t make me chase you again.I would’ve in a heartbeat, make no mistake. But in all honesty, I’m fucking exhausted. And throwing that man around and beating him to death, I’m still recovering from it. My body is sore and aches far more than it used to.

Flashes of that fucker bending Everly over flash into my head. I was almost too late, a moment longer and he would’ve…

I hiss as the hot cherry hits the top of my hand. Looking down I see I’ve snapped my cigarette in half. Sighing, I absently flip the lighter open and closed, enjoying the sound it makes as I try to tamp down the rage inside me. I’ve been told I’m cold, lack emotion, empathy, whatever. It’s not true. I actually feel very deeply, deeper than most if I’m honest. But I only feel it about certain things. Animals for instance, I love them. I care for them and I have killed to protect them. People? Not so much. I find them to be selfish, loud and predictable. I need humans for two things—fucking and hunting. Or I did.

The knocking on the door pulls my attention and I go to answer it just as the hotel employee drops the bag on the floor. Picking it up, I lock the door and turn, nearly runninginto Everly. My god, it amazes me how frequently this girl manages to steal my breath.

“Who was that?” she asks, clutching the green robe around her bare body.

“I got you some clothes,” I state, my voice thick. I hold up the bag and see the appreciation on her face. It makes me itchy. Now that we’re not in danger or she’s not screaming for her life in the trunk of my car, I feel like she’s going to see me, the real me. Not Belial the serial killer. But Ronan Kipling, the awkward guy who never fits in, the guy who fumbles over his words because his brain moves a million times faster than his mouth. The idiot who is staring at her, unable to figure out his next move and it’s putting him into a near panic attack.

“Thank you.” She smiles, taking the bag. “Really, I appreciate it, I wasn’t sure what I was going to?—”

“Shut up,” I state, pressing her against the wall. Her eyes go wide as my hand wraps around her delicate throat.

“Ro—”

“Shut. Up.” I grit out while trying to think. This is too domesticated. I can’t do something this normal. Even with someone as beautifully perfect as her, it can’t be this way. I slip my hand over her bare chest and under her robe.

“Please,” she whines out as I brush my fingers over her nipple. “Please, stop.” She pants as my hand continues to knead her breast while my left hand slips lower, finding its way to her pussy. Slipping a finger in between her lips I feel the wetness and raise a brow.

“Your mouth says stop but your body is vibrating with the need to be touched. So which is it, Angel?” I untie the sash on her robe before unveiling her tits and my fucking god. I fall to my knees as I suddenly feel unworthy to look at this creaturebefore me. As I look from her tits to the delicate curves of her body I pause and frown at the thin scars along her hips, they travel over her thighs as well. Reaching out, I allow my fingers to touch a slightly thicker white scar.

“S-Stop.” Her voice is far more forceful this time and as I look up to meet her gaze, I see the shame and anger on her face. “Just stop, okay?” She goes to pull away, closing her robe but I grip her arm. She snatches it back as I stand and grab her neck.

“Let me go!” She yells and I grip her, slamming her onto the bed while reaching into the bag and pulling out the underwear I ordered and stuffing them in her mouth to shut her up.

“We are in a nice hotel,” I warn, my voice low as I rip off my belt and wrap it around her wrists. She shakes her head violently as I do so, tears spilling over as her sobs are muffled.

“I’m sorry, baby,” I coo, stroking her cheek. “I know you don’t want to be tied up, but you won’t stop fighting me. What other choice do I have?” Her glare is a deadly one I’ll give her that. Leaning over her, I go to give her a kiss but she jerks away and tries to say something—the panties muffling it. It sounds like an “I hate you” but who really knows.

“I told you,” I hum while running my finger tips over her abdomen, causing goosebumps to erupt over her bare flesh. “You should’ve dove into that car. Now, be a good girl while I shower and when I come out, we can talk about removing the belt and maybe get some food, okay? Would you like that?” My words are laced with false sweetness as I eye her scars again. She takes her leg and kicks me as hard as she can against my hip.

“Fuck,” I laugh out while rubbing my aching side. “Such a little fighter. Be a good girl for me, I’ll be back.” I smirk at hermuffled screams as I turn and head toward the bathroom.

It’s still steamy from her shower and I see the smiley face she drew on the mirror. It’s sweet, innocent and not at all what I would expect from a woman covered in so many scars. Removing my clothes, I turn the shower on and step in. As I stand under the hot water, my mind wanders to my own scars. The deep ones inflicted by those who wanted to hurt me, and the more shallow ones I created in moments of desperation. My need for release was what initially drove me to this life, before I found my true calling in this game. And now, with my body decorated in intricate tattoos, it's been years since I've felt the urge to cut myself open for temporary relief.

As I finish up in the shower I can’t help but wonder, how long has it been for my angel? Looking at the smiley face again, I walk to the mirror and draw a heart around her drawing and a halo over its head before walking out of the bathroom.

“You ready to talk about dinner?” I ask while rounding the corner and drying my hair with a towel. I look at the bed and my heart stops, it’s empty. I hear something and go to turn when someone jumps on my back and I feel something sharp pierce my skin. Everly jumps off me, one of my now empty syringes in her hand.

“Oh—” I laugh lightly as my body grows heavier and I begin to stumble. “You…fucking brat.” I stagger to the bed, falling onto it as the room begins to spin. I feel pressure and watch as Everly appears on top of me, straddling my waist.

“Baby, I hate to tell ya,” I slur while trying to fight the drugs coursing through me. “But my dick is going to be as unconscious as me in about sixty seconds.”

“While I can do a lot in sixty seconds, I’m not going to fuck you.” She leans in and grabs my jaw roughlybefore gripping my bottom lip between her teeth andfuck yes baby, bite me.

I groan as the metallic taste of my blood fills my mouth while I try desperately to kiss her back as roughly as she is me. It’s no use though, my muscles are not cooperating.

I chuckle against her mouth; she may say she isn’t wanting to fuck but that slick cunt sliding over my stomach begs to differ.

Everly pulls back, my blood staining her pink lips as she watches my eyes roll.

“What are you gonna…do?” I murmur, my eyes refusing to stay open.

“Well for starters, I’m going to tie you up, and then…” She leans in and licks my ear before whispering, “I’m going to kill you.”

“That’s fine,” I mutter weakly. “Just keep rubbing that cunt on me… while… you do.”

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