Page 67 of Stitches

My sweet, troubled pyro.

My breathing grew ragged as the impending release warmed me.

“Fuck, you’re going to come for me, aren’t you, baby? I don’t want to deny you. Fucking come, Sirena. Come for me, heaven.” His hands tightened on my waist as he rocked up against my aching pussy.

I came hard, twisting my fingers into his shirt.

His blue eyes remained on me, his lips parted, drinking me in while I rubbed against him until I felt sated and quivering.

“Good girl,” he murmured, peppering my lips with his soft kisses. “I love it when you’re my good girl.”

The kisses slowed and before long, I was simply resting with my forehead against his.

I pulled away and took his hand in mine and wrote on his palm.

Are you happy?

“Oh, baby, I am.” He smiled at me.

Liar.

His smile faltered, and his Adam’s apple bobbed.

Tell me. Please.

He took my hand in his and kissed it before twining his fingers with mine.

“I feel like I should be the happiest man in the world because I have the most beautiful, perfect girl, but something is missing.” He licked his lips. “Stitches is hurting. He won’t talk to us. We see how he is with you. Sirena, he loves you so much. We just don’t know what to do about him. If we push him too hard, he’ll shut down. I know it’s hurting you.” He was quiet for a beat. “What happened in the facility?”

My heart beat hard in my chest at his question. A wave of shakes swept over me. I didn’t want to talk about it. I didn’t want them to know what happened to me. What Stitches and I did with Asylum. What those monsters made us do while they watched behind the glass.

Nausea churned in my guts while he waited for my answer.

“Heaven? Baby? Are you OK?”

I couldn’t breathe.

He sat forward and released my hands, his forehead furrowed in worry.

“Hey. Sirena. Hey, come on. Breathe.”

If they knew what I’d done, what I’d been forced to do…God, help me.They might hurt Stitches for his part like they did to Sin. They might hurt Asylum. They might lash out and get into trouble with Church’s dad.

His dad.

No. God, please no.

I don’t want to go back there. I can’t go back there.

“Fuck,” Ashes hissed, cradling my face. “Sirena. Come on. You’re going to make yourself sick. Please. Deep breaths. With me. It’s OK.”

His words were falling on deaf ears. I couldn’t focus.

“What’s wrong?” I barely registered Stitches’s voice through the tunnel I was in.

“She’s having a panic attack. Her fucking lips are blue. Sirena!” Ashes gave me a little shake as I continued to breathe in rapid breaths, the dizziness making the room spin, my lips and fingertips tingling.

I felt like the room was closing in and I was going to die.

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